Letras
In a cradle hewn of mountain oak, a tiny vessel lies, With the wonders of a dawning world reflected in his eyes. Small fingers clutch his mother's hand, yet bone and soul will grow, To weather storms and breast the tide where'er the winds may blow. He's but a spark within the hearth, a seed beneath the sod, But he'll learn to stand a righteous man before the face of God
So haul the line and lift the song, the current's running deep, A promise made in ages past is one we're bound to keep! With a steady hand upon the wheel and Christ to guide our way, We'll be the men He's called us be until the judgment day!
Now the boy has felt the summer sun and felt the winter's bite, He's searching through the Holy Word to find the path of right. There's a quickness in his steady limbs, a hunger in his mind, To leave the foolish ways of youth and easy paths behind. He's honing strength for heavy loads, and grace for those in need, A sapling stretching for the sky, a true and noble breed!
So haul the line and lift the song, the current's running deep, A promise made in ages past is one we're bound to keep! With a steady hand upon the wheel and Christ to guide our way, We'll be the men He's called us be until the judgment day!
In the burning heat of midday light, his shoulders broad and square, He builds a house on solid rock with labor and with prayer. He speaks for those who have no voice, he shields the weak from harm, With the wisdom of a quiet heart and the power of his arm. He's won the field and kept the faith, a crown of honest toil, Planting truth for those to come within the rugged soil!
So haul the line and lift the song, the current's running deep, A promise made in ages past is one we're bound to keep! With a steady hand upon the wheel and Christ to guide our way, We'll be the men He's called us be until the judgment day!
The silver frost is on my brow, the charts are etched in gold, I've stories of the gale and calm that must be truly told. I gather up the younger sons beneath the evening star, To show them where the shoals are hid and where the mercies are. For strength may fade as years go by, but faith is burning bright, I'll be the lamp that guides the fleet throughout the coming night!
So haul the line and lift the song, the current's running deep, A promise made in ages past is one we're bound to keep! With a steady hand upon the wheel and Christ to guide our way, We'll be the men He's called us be until the judgment day!
The anchor's weighed, the harbor's near, the evening tide is high, I see the Light of Ages past across the western sky. My hands are weak, my race is run, yet Christ has held me fast, He saved me from the ragin' seas and brought me home at last. I leave my name, I leave my cross, I leave a path that's true, The legacy of grace, my sons... I leave it all to you