I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest. Psalm 55:8
Away, away on the sea of life,
My little boat doth glide;
I soon shall land on the other shore,
Beyond the swelling tide.
Sail on, sail on,
For soon this life is past;
Tho’ tempests beat, we will still sail on,
And all be home at last.
I sing my song as the days go by;
From storms I have no fear;
I safely glide on the rolling waves,
For Christ my captain’s near.
Perhaps some soul may be sailing near,
So weary from life’s race;
I’ll sing my song, it may help him bear
The conflicts he must face.