There's a ship moored in the harbour waiting to sail
Sailing off to glory avoiding a gale
For there's a storm coming, tribulation time
But all the Saints are leaving this old port behind
So book your passage now, time is growing short
Soon this ship of glory will be leaving port
Sailing for the promise land far across the sea
Where we will live with Jesus in peace and harmony
There's a ship moored in the harbour, waiting to go
Waiting for the captain, it's Jesus you know
Waiting for his signal, to meet him in the sky
Signs that storms are brewing, time to say goodbye
There's a ship moored in the harbour, waiting to leave
Sailing off to glory with those who believe
For there's a safer harbour on the other shore
Safe from the storms of Satan, now and ever more