Over the tide of life’s wonderful sea,
Is a bright mansion that’s waiting for me;
And of its glories, I soon shall behold,
Treasures more precious than gold.
Soon I shall anchor on Heaven’s bright shore,
And from all sorrows be free;
There shall no trouble or death ever come,
And with my Savior I’ll be.
Soon in that beautiful clime I shall dwell,
And of its wonders forever will tell;
There’ll be no doubtings or fearings for me,
Over life’s wonderful sea.
Tho’ for a while on this earth I may be,
Tossed like a ship by a storm on the sea;
Trusting my Savior as pilot and guide,
Over this troublesome sea.