by Clara Hook

We read, on the pages of history
Of many a terrible fate.
But I think that one of the saddest
Was the loss of the Titanic, so great.

How proud and defying, its maker,
He of heaven's great power did not think,
As he sent her out on the waters
As "The Ship That God Couldn't Sink".

The passengers, they were so happy,
Made merry, did dance and did drink.
Little they knew of their danger,
Or dreamed they were crossing death's brink.

With wine, they all made merry,
With wine, they were all doomed to die.
Tis said that the Captain was drinking,
And believed not the iceberg was nigh.

He scoffed at the message of warning,
For his liquor-numbed brain did not think
That there could be any danger
On the ship that God couldn't sink.

But, lo, she struck the iceberg,
And their happiness changed to gloom,
As the thought now dawned upon them
Of their dark and helpless doom.

How quickly their thoughts turned heavenward,
How sad that it now is too late,
For the great Titanic is sinking,
Forever sealing their fate.

A small number were rescued in lifboats,
But lifeboats were few, as we read,
And for this only salvation,
Many helpless ones did plead.

Some had wealth in abundance,
But money could not save their lives,
Now young men must part from their sweethearts,
And husbands must part form their wives.

To me, it is only a picture,
Of a day that will soon be at hand.
When Gabriel shall sound the last trumpet
And at judgement, all nations shall stand.

When the angel descends from in heaven,
And stands on the land and the sea,
And declares with his hands raised to heaven
That time is no longer to be.

Today there are millions of people,
Deceived by the works of man's hand.
Living in sin and in folly,
Because they do not understand.

Their captain is one they call Satan,
Thy're sailing on sin's cruel tide.
He'll promise a journey of safety,
And into Hell's gates will they ride.

But the good old ship called Zion,
Is the one that will carry us through,
And land us safe in Glory
When we bid this old world adieu.