It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock <br />When that great Titanic began to reel and rock; <br />People began to scream and cry, <br />Saying, 'Lord, am I going to die?' <br /> <br /> <br />Chorus <br /> <br />It was sad when that great ship went down, <br />It was sad when that great ship went down, <br />Husbands and wives and little children lost their lives, <br />It was sad when that great ship went down <br />. <br /> <br />When that ship left England it was making for the shore, <br />The rich had declared that they would not ride with the poor, <br />So they put the poor below, <br />They were the first to go. <br /> <br />While they were building they said what they would do, <br />We will build a ship that water can't go through; <br />But God with power in hand <br />Showed the world that it could not stand. <br /> <br />Those people on that ship were a long ways from home, <br />With friends all around they did n't know that the time had come; <br />Death came riding by, <br />Sixteen hundred had to die. <br /> <br />While Paul was sailing his men around, <br />God told him that not a man should drown; <br />If you trust and obey, <br />I will save you all to-day. <br /> <br />You know it must have been awful with those people on the sea, <br />They say that they were singing, 'Nearer My God to Thee.' <br />While some were homeward bound, <br />Sixteen hundred had to drown.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-titanic/
