The tide is flowing out, is flowing out ; And we upon its bosom borne Are drifting to the sea ; Drifting toward the portals of the boundless sea, Past all mortal vision to Eternity.
Drifting . . nearer . . to the sea of Eternity ; Drifting . . nearer . . to the sea of Eternity.
2. The tide is flowing out, is flowing out ; And some upon its bosom borne Are drifting to the sea ; Drifting on to glory, past all pain and care, Into heaven's brightness where the ransomed are.
3. The tide is flowing out, is flowing out, And others on its bosom borne Are drifting to the sea ; Drifting out to darkness, far from love and light, Where the storms are raging, into endless night.
4. The tide is flowing out, is flowing out ; But hark ! upon its bosom borne A voice floats o'er the sea ; 'Tis the Saviour calling to His sheltering breast, " " Come to Me, ye weary, I will give you rest.