Across the River of this life, O Lord,
Ply my lonely boat,
Bless these oars, they pull me on,
These keep my boat afloat,

The River is broad, strong and deep,
It will not drown me,
My boat it floats across this life,
To the bank where I am free.

The many rocks around, O Lord,
Shall surely wreck my boat,
With this armour of Truth, Love and Peace,
Will it ever reach the Shore?

This boat is the only means, O Lord,
To help me reach the Shore,
This River raging, swirling around,
Can it ever drown my Soul?