In times of despair I ask my God, "Lord what will I do?"
And thee my God, though nothing you say, Reply: "I’ll look after you."
But some to other lands brought misery And more cargoes of despair, But that was the fault of the captains Not of the shipbuilders there. Let us hope that what in life we make Does good, and God does not displease And let us be allowed to be as proud As the city of the ships of the seven seas.