THE LAST PORT.
My ship of life has left its moorings
To sail upon an unknown sea.
Though ship is staunch, and ne’er has failed me,
Life’s bearings are unknown to me.
I have no chart, I have no compass,
But my life’s voyage must be made,
When once life’s ship on way has started,
The laws of life must be obeyed.
Each day the log must be well written;
Be kept with truthfulness, and care.
In it must be not one false entry,
For close inspection it must bear.
With courage I will start on voyage,
For God will guide me o’er the bar,
Lest I be dashed upon the breakers.
The Port of Death is not so far.
I must go on though storms assail me,
This voyage means so much to me.
No other refuge can I enter,
I sail for Port Eternity.
Without a chart, without a compass,
The star of Hope shall be my guide,
And I shall have no fear of shipwreck,
For all Life’s storms I shall outride.
My ship is making its last voyage,
’Tis well I chose dear Hope’s bright star,
To guide me to my heavenly harbor
With God to help me o’er the bar.
My ship will safely reach its landing,
And God will meet me at death’s bar;
Will not forsake me at Life’s ending.
Thank God for Hope, my guiding star.