1 Alone on life's sea you are drifting,
What port will your frail bark now make?
You never have passed o'er these waters,
The only safe course, why forsake?
Chorus:
Which way? Which way?
O friend, you can never return;
You will ne'er reach the harbor of glory,
Till the way to its portals you learn.
2 Your chart is but frail human reason,
Your compass by fancy is turned;
Your ears siren voices have ravished,
The only true Pilot have spurned. [Chorus]
3 Sharp rocks lie beneath luring waters,
The storm-clouds are hiding the sky;
O why will you then keep on drifting,
To warnings in folly reply? [Chorus]
4 Behold! on the wild heaving billows,
The form of the Savior in view!
And while He rebukes the waves' fury,
Lost one, He is calling to you. [Chorus]
Source: New Sacred Quartettes for Male, Female and Mixed Voices #36