Earthly Woe

Upon the crest of earthly woe,
I ride life's tide to and fro.
Who knows where the waves shall go?

If I shall stumble along the way
I pray I have the will to say
I've eagle's strength to live each day!

Valley of death I may land
Or drowning within a sea of sand
Boundaries made by His own hand.

Carried upon Christ's mighty wings
He'll restore my spirit 'til it sings
Praise to God my King of Kings!