1 Thy praise, dear Lord, we’ll sing
While time’s dark ocean rolls;
Let glory crown our priest and king
While rapture fills our souls.
2 And when we’re called to die,
No less Thy praise shall be;
Our storm tossed barks shall land on high,
And we shall be with Thee.
3When we have reached that shore
Where heav’nly anthems ring,
Forever and forevermore
Thy glorious praise we’ll sing.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12853