There’s safety only in the Lord, whate’er our station be;
We may be rich, we may be poor, may be on land or sea.
Life’s changing fortune will be ours where’er our lot is cast;
Unchanged in mind be ours to meet each change while it shall last.
Dear friends are with us here to day with prospects fair to live;
To-morrow to the dust, in tears, their dear remains we give.
Now pain and suffering is our lot; now dawns a brighter day;
But soon a cloud o’ercasts the sky and shuts the light away.
An under current often works to sweep away our peace,
Our reputation is at stake, our trials fast increase.