Thy praise, dear Lord, we’ll sing
While time’s dark ocean rolls;
Let glo­ry crown our priest and king
While rapture fills our souls.

And when we’re called to die,
No less Thy praise shall be;
Our storm tossed barks shall land on high,
And we shall be with Thee.

When we have reached that shore
Where heav’nly anthems ring,
Forever and for­ev­er­more
Thy glo­ri­ous praise we’ll sing.