When through the torn sail the wild tempest is raging,
When o�er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker, �Save, Lord, or we perish.�
O Jesus,
once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries in his anguish, �Save, Lord, or we perish.�
And O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is waging,
Then send down Thy grace Thy redeem�d to cherish
Rebuke the destroyer; �Save, Lord, or we perish.�
