1 This life is an ocean, and each has his bark,
We all have a compass to guide in the dark;
We have a bright star eighteen centuries old,
We have a strong anchor more precious than gold.
Voyaging, voyaging over the foam,
Oh, may we all anchor in heaven our home.
2 This one has forgotten his watch upon deck,
And there is his bark ‘mid the breakers a wreck;
This one without chart of the winds is the sport,
Fast drifting away from the heavenly port. [Refrain]
3 There is the safe haven a little way on,
Keep steady the helm till the harbor is won;
Through all the night long though the billows have roared,
We’ve known not a fear for the Pilot’s on board. [Refrain]
Griswold, Sophia Taylor
Also called "Paulina," Mrs. W. R. Griswold, Sophia T. Griswold, and Mrs. E. W. Griswold.
Died: May 22, 1903, Chicago, Illinois.
Buried: Rosehill Cemetery, Chicago, Illinois.
SOPHIA TAYLOR GRISWOLD (1828–1903) lived in Chicago. For many years she was a friend of Philip P. Bliss. She wrote words to songs composed by Philip P. Bliss and George Root. She married Dr. William R. Griswold, a native of Forestville, N.Y.
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