Over the Tide (Fagan)

Over the tide of life’s won­der­ful sea

Is a bright man­sion that’s wait­ing for me;

And of its glo­ries

I soon shall be­hold

Treasures more pre­cious than gold.

Soon I shall an­chor on Heav­en’s bright shore

And from all sor­rows be free;

There shall no trouble or death ev­er come

And with my Sav­ior I’ll be.

Soon in that beau­ti­ful clime I shall dwell

And of its won­ders for­ev­er will tell;

There’ll be no doubt­ings or fear­ings for me

Over life’s won­der­ful sea.

Tho’ for a while on this earth I may be

Tossed like a ship by a storm on the sea;

Trusting my Sav­ior as pi­lot and guide

Over this trou­ble­some sea.