1 We’re drifting out to a land unseen;
The mist is hiding its skies serene;
The storms may come, the waves may beat,
Our Pilot guides to safe retreat,
Our pilot guides to safe retreat.

Refrain:
We’re drifting out to the mansions blest,
We’re drifting on to the land of rest,
Sweet rest.

2 We’re drifting out to a land unseen;
The mist is hiding its skies serene;
No sun by day, no moon by night,
But God Himself the light so bright,
But God Himself the light so bright. [Refrain]

3 We’re drifting out to a land unseen;
The mist is hiding its skies serene;
We’ll anchor in that haven fair,
And greet the loved ones gathered there,
And greet the loved ones gathered there. [Refrain]