Dropping down the troubled river

To the tranquil, tranquil shore,

Where the sweet light shineth ever,

And the sun goes down no more.

2 Dropping down the winding river

To the wide and welcome sea,

Where no tempest wrecketh ever,

Where the sky is fair and free.

3 Dropping down the rapid river,

To the dear and deathless land,

Where the living live for ever

At the Father’s own right hand.