Verse 1
The present life our passage is,
The world we must cross o’re,
As vessels tost on dangerous seas,
To that eternal shore:
Temptation is the stormy wind,
Corruption’s stream we feel,
Which fills our feeble heart and mind,
Which sinks us into hell.
Verse 2
We sink as every moment down
Into the threatning deep,
And Jesus seems to leave his own,
And Providence to sleep:
Higher he lets the tempest rise,
He lets the floods o’reflow,
And darkness intercepts the skies,
And Tophet yawns below.