We are joyousley voiging over the main
Bound for the ever green shore
Where inhabitence never of sickness complain
Nor never see deth any more

Cho

Then let the harilan roar
It will the sooner be ore at last
I'll wither the blast and we will land
Safe the ever green shore

Cho

Oh have nothing to fear from the wind nor the c___
Under our Saviour's command
Our harts in the mid of the danger ___
For Jesus will bring us to land

Cho

Both the wind and the wave the command
Nothing can baffel his skill
But his vois ___ the thunder my harilan roars
Can bid the loud tempest be still

Cho

Then let the harilan roar
It will the sooner be ore at last
I'll wither the blast and we will land
Safe the ever green shore