This Life Is An Ocean

This life is an ocean, and each has his bark,
We all have a compass to guide in the dark;
We have a bright star eighteen centuries old,
We have a strong anchor more precious than gold.

Voyaging, voyaging over the foam,
Oh, may we all anchor in heaven our home.

This one has forgotten his watch upon deck,
And there is his bark ‘mid the breakers a wreck;
This one without chart of the winds is the sport,
Fast drifting away from the heavenly port. [Refrain]

There is the safe haven a little way on,
Keep steady the helm till the harbor is won;
Through all the night long though the billows have roared,
We’ve known not a fear for the Pilot’s on board. [Refrain]