The Grand Old Ship of Zion

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.

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.

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.