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DRIFTING ONWARD.
Drifting onward, down the tide,
The tide which all must stem,
Our vessel's name the "Ship of Life,"
And Christ is at the helm.

Drifting onward, down in sin,
Weary souls around us;
But still we'll strive till all is o'er,
And angel-hands have crowned us.

This life's a stormy sea at best;
And oft we wear an aching heart,
When called to see sad sorrow's hour,
And with some loved one dear to part.

Drifting onward, down life's ocean,
Full of care and troubled ill;
But still we'll strive, and upward rise,
Towards the "Heavenly Hill."

Then, in celestial garments,
Within His fold we'll rest;
No more drifting onward,
But safe, forever blest.