When death's dark waters near me roll,
And reach to draw me under,
Shall consternation fill my soul?
I wonder, oh, I wonder!

And when on high their long arms fly
To claim me as their plunder,
Shall I for help in anguish cry?
I wonder, oh, I wonder!

Or shall a beacon light my soul
As calmly I slip under,
Content to rest where breakers roll?
I wonder, oh, I wonder!