1 Friends who have lov’d me are slipping away,
Silently onward they glide;
Still are their voices, as backward they stray,
Calling me over the tide.

Refrain:
Calling to me, they are calling to me,
Lov’d ones are calling me over the tide;
They are calling to me, they are calling to me,
Calling me over the tide.

2 Dimly thro’ gathering darkness I see
Jesus, my Friend and my Guide;
Angels are watching and waiting for me,
Calling me over the tide. [Refrain]

3 Narrow the waters, and tranquil the shore;
There my beloved abide,—
Christ and the angels and friends gone before,
Calling me over the tide. [Refrain]