I WAS drifting away on life’s pitiless sea,
And the angry waves threatened my ruin to be,
When away at my side, there I dimly descried
A stately old vessel, and loudly I cried—
"Ship, ahoy! Ship, ahoy!"
’Twas the "old ship of Zion,” thus sailing along,
All aboard her seemed joyous, I heard their sweet song;
And the Captain’s kind ear, ever ready to hear,
Caught my wail of distress, as I cried out in fear
"Ship, ahoy!
Ship, ahoy!"
The good Captain commanded a boat to be low’red,
And with tender compassion, He took me on board;
And I’m happy to-day, all my sins washed away
In the blood of my Saviour; and now I can say
"Bless the Lord!
Bless the Lord!"
O soul, sinking down ‘neath sin’s merciless wave,
The strong arm of our Captain is mighty to save;
Then trust Him today, no longer delay;
Board the old ship of Zion, and shout on your way—
" Jesus saves!
Jesus saves! "
The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble and He knoweth them trust in Him.
ML-02/21/1971