The Old Ship of Zion

I was drift­ing away on life’s pi­ti­less sea

And the ang­ry waves threat­ened my ru­in to be

When away at my side

there I dim­ly des­cried

A state­ly old ves­sel

and loud­ly I cried:

Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy!

And loud­ly I cried: Ship ahoy!

’Twas the old ship of Zi­on

thus sail­ing along

All aboard her seemed joy­ous

I heard their sweet song;

And the cap­tain’s kind ear

ev­er rea­dy to hear

Caught my wail of dis­tress

as I cried out in fear:

Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy!

As I cried out in fear: Ship ahoy!

The good cap­tain com­mand­ed a boat to be low’red

And with ten­der com­pas­sion He took me on board;

And I’m hap­py today

all my sins washed away

In the blood of my Sav­ior

and now I can say:

Bless the Lord! Bless the Lord!

From my soul I can say: Bless the Lord!

O soul

sink­ing down ’neath sin’s mer­ci­less wave

The strong arm of our cap­tain is migh­ty to save;

Then trust Him to­day

no longer de­lay

Board the old ship of Zi­on

and shout on your way:

Je­sus saves! Je­sus saves!

Shout and sing on your way: Je­sus saves!