1 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.

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

2 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]

3 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]