The world is filled with trouble; This world is filled with woe;We poor mortals can not shun it, Wherever we may go.Oftentimes we endeavor, To leave it far behind;Yet as often in our pathway, Trouble and woe we find.
We are on a foaming billow, Tossing to and fro;And if we are not careful, It may prove our overthrow.Its foamy crest around us, Is bright as mid-day sun;Alluring us to temptations, Which we should try to shun.
Our lives are only shadows, Cast on the sea of time;They will vanish through the darkness, When the light of heaven shines.That glorious light will lead us, To dwell forever more --Free from trouble, woe and care -- On Heaven's blissful shore.
