In the grand old ship of Zi­on
That has ne­ver lost a soul,
We are sail­ing o’er life’s ocean
While the stor­my bil­lows roll;
And we have the pre­cious pro­mise,
That they shall not ov­er­whelm—
That no dan­ger can be­fall us
With our Sav­ior at the helm.

Refrain

Soon we’ll an­chor in the har­bor,
Soon we’ll reach the gold­en shore;
Then we’ll all sing, hal­le­lu­jah!
Safe at home for­ev­er­more.

In the grand old ship of Zi­on
We are speed­ing o’er the wave,
There are mill­ions she has res­cued,
There are mill­ions yet to save,
For her life boats ne­ver fail her,
And her sails will not be furled,
Till among the saints in glo­ry
She has ga­thered in the world.

Refrain

From that strong and state­ly ves­sel,
When the skies are bright and clear,
There are voic­es in the dist­ance
That our faith can some­times hear;
And when even­ing ga­thers round us,
There are lights that we be­hold,
From the watch tow­ers on the mount­ains
In that land of bliss un­told.

Refrain