E. A. Woodward - The Ocean Tomb lyrics

The great Titanic's hosts have gone to greet The dead, uncoffined in broad ocean's deep; Around their hallowed tombs no mourners weep, Nor sorrow's requiem o'er their graves repeat. The powers of fate man's feeble plans defeat, And rolling billows o'er the helpless sweep, And on their dark expanse their harvest reap. The rich and poor, their like destructions meet. Time soothes the sorrow and the wound will heal, The waves will sing to them their rhythmic song; May God's own hands their bodies guard and keep, And o'er those hallowed waters place his seal. To friends, their memories only, now belong, In ocean depths they rest and sweetly sleep.