LIFE'S FATE
The world is filled with trouble;
This world is filled with woe;
We poor mortals can not shun it,
Wherever we may go.
Oftentimes we endeavor,
To leave it far behind;
Yet as often in our pathway,
Trouble and woe we find.
We are on a foaming billow,
Tossing to and fro;
And if we are not careful,
It may prove our overthrow.
Its foamy crest around us,
Is bright as mid-day sun;
Alluring us to temptations,
Which we should try to shun.
Our lives are only shadows,
Cast on the sea of time;
They will vanish through the darkness,
When the light of heaven shines.
That glorious light will lead us,
To dwell forever more --
Free from trouble, woe and care --
On Heaven's blissful shore.
The world is filled with trouble;
This world is filled with woe;
We poor mortals can not shun it,
Wherever we may go.
Oftentimes we endeavor,
To leave it far behind;
Yet as often in our pathway,
Trouble and woe we find.
We are on a foaming billow,
Tossing to and fro;
And if we are not careful,
It may prove our overthrow.
Its foamy crest around us,
Is bright as mid-day sun;
Alluring us to temptations,
Which we should try to shun.
Our lives are only shadows,
Cast on the sea of time;
They will vanish through the darkness,
When the light of heaven shines.
That glorious light will lead us,
To dwell forever more --
Free from trouble, woe and care --
On Heaven's blissful shore.