1 There’s a wail from the islands of the sea,
There’s a voice that is calling you and me,
In the old ship of Zion,
The strong help of Zion,
The good news of Zion, carry ye!
“Come over and help us!” is the cry;
“Come over and help us, or we die,”
I see the woe falling,
I hear the voice calling
Oh, ship of salvation, thither fly.
2 There’s a moan from the desert, full of pain,
There’s a sigh over Afric’s sunny plain,
In the old ship of Zion,
The strong help of Zion,
Bear good news of Zion o’er the main!
“Come over and help us!” is the cry;
“Come over and help us, or we die,”
Across the wide waters
Hear Afric’s dark daughters,
Oh, ship of salvation, thither fly.
3 There’s a groan from the Ganges, where they fall,
At the feet of the idols in their thrall,
In the old ship of Zion,
The strong help of Zion,
The good news of Zion, bear them all!
“Come over and help us!” is the cry;
“Come over and help us, or we die,”
The idols are falling,
And India calling,
Oh, ship of salvation, thither fly.
Source: Crowning Day, No. 6: A Book of Gospel Songs #212
First Line: | There's a wail from the islands of the sea |
Title: | Ship of Zion |
Author: | M. B. C. Slade |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | Come over and help us |
Copyright: | Public Domain |