The Great Titanic
It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock When that great Titanic began to reel and rock; People began to scream and cry, Saying, "Lord, am I going to die?" Chorus It was sad when that great ship went down, It was sad when that great ship went down, Husbands and wives and little children lost their lives, It was sad when that great ship went down. When that ship left England it was making for the shore, The rich had declared that they would not ride with the poor, So they put the poor below, They were the first to go. While they were building they said what they would do, We will build a ship that water can't go through; But God with power in hand Showed the world that it could not stand. Those people on that ship were a long ways from home, With friends all around they did n't know that the time had come; Death came riding by, Sixteen hundred had to die. While Paul was sailing his men around, God told him that not a man should drown; If you trust and obey, I will save you all to-day. You know it must have been awful with those people on the sea, They say that they were singing, "Nearer My God to Thee." While some were homeward bound, Sixteen hundred had to drown.
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