We're tossed upon the Sea of Life,
And stranded on its shore,
We're shipwrecked by the winds that blow,
That blow for evermore.
The waves of sorrow and of grief
Have lashed our ship and swept its decks,
Dismantled are its masts for aye,
The shore-line hidden is by wrecks
Of mislaid plans, of misplaced love,
Engulfed is every hope,
Fiends seem to hover round our path,
In darkness we must grope,
When lo! a light is seen ahead,
Sweet hope fills heart once more,
The Pilot, God, sees our distress
And guides us to the shore.