While o’er our guilty land, O Lord,

We view the terrors of thy sword;

O! whither shall the helpless fly;

To whom but thee direct their cry?

2 The helpless sinner’s cries and tears

Are grown familiar to thy ears;

Oft has thy mercy sent relief,

When all was fear and hopeless grief.

3 On thee, our guardian God, we call;

Before thy throne of grace we fall;

And is there no deliverance there,

And must we perish in despair?

4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,

To our forsaken God we turn;

O spare our guilty country, spare

The church which thou hast planted here.

5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God;

We plead thy Son’s atoning blood;

We plead thy gracious promises;

And are they unavailing pleas?

6 These pleas, presented at thy throne,

Have brought ten thousand blessings down

On guilty lands in helpless woe;

Let them prevail to save us too.

Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,

And whom unnumbered worlds adore,

Whose goodness all thy creatures share,

While nature trembles at thy power,—

2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,

That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;

And man who moves, the lord of earth,

Acts but the part assigned by thee.

3 While suppliant crowds implore thy aid,

To thee we raise the humble cry;

Thy altar is the contrite heart,

Thy incense, the repentant sigh.

4 O may our land, in this her hour,

Confess thy hand and bless the rod,

By penitence make thee her Friend,

And find in thee a guardian God.

O may the power which melts the rock,

Be felt by all assembled here!

Or else our service will but mock

The God whom we profess to fear.

2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,

Thy people’s eyes are fixed on thee!

We own thy just, uplifted hand,

Which thousands can not, will not see.

3 How long hast thou bestowed thy care

On this indulged, ungrateful spot;

While other nations, far and near,

Have envied and admired our lot.

4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt,

The glorious gospel brightly shone;

And oft our enemies have felt

That God has made our cause his own.

5 But, ah! both heaven and earth have heard

Our vile requital of his love!

We, whom like children he has reared,

Against his goodness rebels prove.

6 His grace despised, his power defied,

And legions of the blackest crimes,

Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,

Are signs that mark the present times.

7 The Lord, displeased, hath raised his rod;

Ah, where are now the faithful few,

Who tremble for the ark of God,

And know what Israel ought to do?

8 Lord, hear thy people everywhere,

Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;

The nation and thy churches spare,

And let thy wrath be turned away.

Lord! thou hast bid thy people pray

For all who bear the sovereign sway,

And as thy servants rule and reign;

Ordained by thee, these ruling powers;

Behold! in faith we pray for ours;

Nor let us for them pray in vain.

2 Our rulers with thy favor bless;

’Stablish their seats in righteousness,

Let wisdom ever hold the helm;

The counsels of our senates guide;

Let justice in our courts preside;

Rule thou! and guard our widespread realm.

O God of love! O King of peace!

Make wars throughout the world to cease;

The wrath of sinful man restrain;

Give peace, O God! give peace again.

2 Remember, Lord! thy works of old,

The wonders that our father’s told,

Remember not our sins’ dark stain;

Give peace, O God! give peace again.

3 Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord!

Where rest but on thy faithful word?

None ever called on thee in vain;

Give peace, O God! give peace again.

4 Where saints and angels dwell above,

All hearts are knit in holy love;

O bind us in that heavenly chain;

Give peace, O God! give peace again.

Judges, who rule the world by laws,

Will ye despise the righteous cause,

When the oppressed before you stands?

Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,

And let rich sinners go secure,

While gold and greatness bribe your hands?

2 Have ye forgot, or never knew,

That God will judge the judges, too?

High in the heavens his justice reigns;

Yet you invade the rights of God,

And send your bold decrees abroad,

To bind the conscience in your chains!

3 The Almighty thunders from the sky—

Their grandeur melts, their titles die—

They perish like dissolving frost;

As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise,

Before the sweeping tempest flies,

So shall their hopes and names be lost.

4 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord

Safety and joy to saints afford;

And all that hear shall join and say—

“Sure there’s a God that rules on high,

A God that hears his children cry,

And will their sufferings well repay.”

Our earth we now lament to see

With floods of wickedness o’erflowed,

With violence, wrong, and cruelty,

One wide-extended field of blood,

Where men like fiends each other tear

In all the hellish rage of war.

2 O might the universal Friend

This havoc of his creatures see;

Bid our unnatural discord end,

Declare us reconciled in thee;

Write kindness on our inward parts,

And chase the murderer from our hearts!

Let the land mourn through all its coasts!

And humble all its state;

Princes and rulers, at their posts,

Awhile sit desolate.

2 Let all the people, high and low,

Rich, poor, and great and small,

Invoke, in fellowship of woe,

The Maker of them all.

3 For God hath summoned from his place,

Death, in a direr form,

To waken, warn, and scourge our race,

Than earthquakes, fire, or storm.

4 Let churches weep within their pale,

And families apart;

Let each in secrecy bewail

The plague of his own heart.

5 So while the land bemoans its sin,

The pestilence may cease,

And mercy, tempering wrath, bring in

God’s blesséd health and peace.

Lord, Lord, defend the desolate,

And rescue from the hands

Of wicked men the low estate,

Of him that help demands.

2 Visit the weak and fatherless,

Defend the poor man’s cause,

And raise the man in deep distress

By just and equal laws.

3 Yea, Lord, judge thou the world in might,

The wrongs of earth redress;

For thou art he who shall by right,

The nations all possess.

See, gracious God, before thy throne

Thy mourning people bend;

’Tis on thy sovereign grace alone

Our humble hopes depend.

2 Dark, frowning judgments from thy hand,

Thy dreadful powers display;

Yet mercy spares this guilty land,

And still we live to pray.

3 O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

By thy convincing grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And humbly seek thy face.

High as the heavens above the ground,

Reigns the Creator, God:

Wide as the whole creation’s bound,

Extends his awful rod.

2 Let princes of exalted state,

To him ascribe their crown,

Render their homage at his feet,

And cast their glories down.

3 Know that his kingdom is supreme,

Your lofty thoughts are vain;

He calls you gods, that awful name,

But ye must die like men.

4 Then let the sovereigns of the globe,

Not dare to vex the Just;

He puts on vengeance like a robe,

And treads the worms to dust.

5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise,

And think of heaven with fear;

The meanest saint that you despise

Has an avenger there.

Lord, while for all mankind we pray,

Of every clime and coast,

O hear us for our native land—

The land we love the most.

2 O guard our shores from every foe,

With peace our borders bless,

With prosperous times our cities crown,

Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and thee;

And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty.

4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee

Our country we commend;

Be thou her refuge and her trust,

Her everlasting friend.

Thus Abraham, full of sacred awe,

Before Jehovah stood,

And with a humble, fervent prayer,

For guilty Sodom sued.

2 And could a single holy soul

So rich a boon obtain?

Great God! and shall a nation pray,

And plead with thee in vain?

3 Still we are thine; we bear thy name;

Here yet is thine abode;

Long has thy presence blessed our land;

Forsake us not, O God!

Come from the east, with gifts, ye kings!

With gold, and frankincense, and myrrh;

Where’er the morning spreads her wings,

Let man to God his vows prefer.

2 Come from the west! the bond, the free;

His easy service make your choice;

Ye isles of the Pacific sea,

Like halcyon nests, in God rejoice.

3 Come from the south! through the desert sands

A highway for the Lord prepare;

Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,

And Libya pour her soul in prayer.

4 Come from the north! let Europe raise

In all her languages one song;

Give God the glory, power, and praise,

That to his holy name belong.

Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!

Put on thy strength, the nations shake,

And let the world, adoring, see

Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,

“I am Jehovah—God alone!”

Thy voice their idols shall confound,

And cast their altars to the ground.

3 No more let human blood be spilt—

Vain sacrifice for human guilt!

But to each conscience be applied

The blood that flowed from Jesus’ side.

4 Let Zion’s time of favor come;

O bring the tribes of Israel home!

And let our wondering eyes behold

Gentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.

5 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim

In, every land, of every name!

Let adverse powers before thee fall,

And crown the Saviour Lord of all.

Soon may the last glad song arise

Through all the millions of the skies;

That song of triumph, which records

That all the earth is now the Lord’s.

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be

Obedient, mighty God! to thee;

And over land, and stream, and main,

Now wave the scepter of thy reign.

3 O let that glorious anthem swell;

Let host to host the triumph tell,

That not one rebel heart remains,

But over all the Saviour reigns.

Go, and the Saviour’s grace proclaim,

Ye messengers of God;

Go, publish through Immanuel’s name,

Salvation bought with blood.

2 What though your arduous task may lie

Through regions dark as death;

What though your faith and zeal to try,

Perils beset your path!

3 Yet, with determined courage, go;

And armed with power divine,

Your God will needful aid bestow,

And on your labors shine.

4 He who has called you to the war

Will recompense your pains;

Before Messiah’s conquering car

Mountains shall sink to plains.

5 Shrink not though earth and hell oppose,

But plead your Master’s cause;

Nor doubt that e’en your mighty foes

Shall bow before his cross.

Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart;

Star of the coming day!

Arise, and with thy morning beams

Chase all our griefs away!

2 Come, blesséd Lord! let every shore

And answering island sing

The praises of thy royal name,

And own thee as their King.

3 Bid the whole earth responsive now,

To the bright world above,

Break forth in sweetest strains of joy

In memory of thy love.

4 Jesus! thy fair creation groans,

The air, the earth, the sea,

In unison with all our hearts,

And calls aloud for thee.

5 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits

Of grace and peace divine;

Be thine the crown of glory now,

The palm of victory thine!

God of the prophets’ power!

God of the gospel’s sound!

Move glorious on—send out thy voice

To all the nations round.

2 With hearts and lips unfeigned,

We bless thee for thy word;

We praise thee for the joyful news,

Which our glad ears have heard.

3 O may we treasure well

The counsels that we hear,

Till righteousness and holy joy

In all our hearts appear.

4 Water the sacred seed,

And give it large increase;

May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,

Prevent the fruits of peace.

5 And though we sow in tears,

Our souls at last shall come,

And gather in our sheaves with joy,

At heaven’s great harvest-home.

Rise, gracious God, and shine

In all thy saving might;

Now prosper every good design,

To spread thy glorious light.

2 O bring the nations near

That they may sing thy praise;

Thy word let all the heathen hear,

And learn thy holy ways.

3 Send forth thy glorious power;

All nations then shall see,

And earth present her grateful store,

In converts born to thee.

Love of God, all love excelling!

How can I its wonders tell!

Now, my troubled spirit quelling,

Now, it breaks the powers of hell:

O what mercies

Start beneath its magic spell!

2 Love of God, all love embracing

In its wide extended arms;

All our doubts and fears displacing,

Saves our souls from death’s alarms:

O what sweetness

Dwells within its blissful charms!

3 Love of God, all love possessing!

Filling all our souls with joy;

Pouring on each heart a blessing,

Which no time can e’er destroy:

Now may praises

All our hearts and tongues employ.

4 Love of God, all love extending

Far o’er sea and ocean strands;

Thou art on the breezes sending

Joyful news to distant lands:

May thy triumphs

Bind the world within thy bands.

Onward, onward, men of heaven!

Bear the gospel banner high;

Rest not till its light is given—

Star of every pagan sky;

Send it where the pilgrim stranger

Faints beneath the torrid ray;

Bid the hearty forest ranger

Hail it ere he fades away.

2 Where the Arctic ocean thunders,

Where the tropics fiercely glow,

Broadly spread its page of wonders,

Brightly bid its radiance flow;

India marks its luster stealing;

Shivering Greenland loves its rays,

Afric, ’mid her deserts kneeling,

Lifts the untaught strain of praise.

3 Rude in speech, or wild in feature,

Dark in spirit, though they be,

Show that light to every creature—

Prince or vassal, bond or free:

Lo! they haste to every nation;

Host on host the ranks supply:

Onward! Christ is your salvation,

And your death is victory.

Shout the tidings of salvation,

To the agéd and the young;

Till the precious invitation

Waken every heart and tongue.

CHORUS.

Send the sound

The earth around,

From the rising to the setting of the sun,

Till each gathering crowd

Shall proclaim aloud,

The glorious work is done.

2 Shout the tidings of salvation,

O’er the prairies on the west;

Till each gathering congregation,

With the gospel sound is blest.

3 Shout the tidings of salvation,

Mingling with the ocean’s roar;

Till the ships of every nation,

Bear the news from shore to shore.

4 Shout the tidings of salvation

O’er the islands of the sea;

Till, in humble adoration,

All to Christ shall bow the knee.

We are living, we are dwelling

In a grand and awful time,

In an age on ages telling;

To be living is sublime.

2 Hark! the onset! will ye fold your

Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?

Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;

Worlds are charging to the shock.

3 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;

Thou hast but an hour to fight;

Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,

On! right onward for the right.

4 On! let all the soul within you

For the truth’s sake go abroad:

Strike! let every nerve and sinew

Tell on ages—tell for God.

Now to heaven our prayer ascending,

God speed the right!

In a noble cause extending,

God speed the right!

Be their zeal in heaven recorded,

With success on earth rewarded,

God speed the right!

2 Be that prayer again repeated,

God speed the right!

Ne’er despairing, though defeated,

God speed the right!

Like the good and great in story,

If they fail, they fail with glory;

God speed the right!

3 Patient, firm, and persevering,

God speed the right!

Ne’er the event or danger fearing,

God speed the right!

Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,

And in heaven’s own time succeeding,

God speed the right!

4 Still their onward course pursuing,

God speed the right!

Every foe at length subduing,

God speed the right!

Truth thy cause, whate’er delay it,

There’s no power on earth can stay it,

God speed the right!

How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!

Its notes are grace and love;

Its echo through the world resounds,

From Jesus’ throne above.

CHORUS.

It is the sound, the joyful sound,

Of mercy rich and free;

Pardon it offers, peace proclaims,

Sinner! it speaks to thee.

2 It tells the weary soul of rest,

The poor of heavenly wealth,

Of joy to heal the mourning breast;

It brings the sin-sick health.

3 Its words announce a heavenly feast,

Of water, milk, and wine,

And manna in the wilderness,

Provisions all divine.

4 It speaks of boundless grace, by which

The vilest are forgiven;

To Christians it proclaims a rich

Inheritance in heaven.

5 To men of high and low degree,

Its message is addressed;

The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,

Are with its blessings blessed.

O’er the gloomy hills of darkness,

Look, my soul, be still and gaze;

All the promises do travail

With a glorious day of grace:

Blessed jubilee,

Let thy glorious morning dawn.

2 Let the Indian, let the negro,

Let the rude barbarian see,

That divine and glorious conquest

Once obtained on Calvary:

Let the gospel

Loud resound from pole to pole.

3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;

And from eastern coast to western,

May the morning chase the night!

And redemption,

Freely purchased, win the day.

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!

Win and conquer! never cease!

May thy lasting wide dominion

Multiply and still increase!

Sway thy scepter,

Saviour, all the world around.

Yes, my native land, I love thee;

And all thy scenes, I love them well:

Home and friends, and happy country,

Can I bid you all farewell?

Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

2 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,

Holy days and Sabbath bell,

Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,

Can I—can I say, farewell?

Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

3 Yes, I hasten from you gladly;

To the strangers let me tell

How he died—the blesséd Saviour—

To redeem a world from hell:

Let me hasten,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean,

From the scenes I love so well:

Heaves my heart with warm emotion

While I go far hence to dwell:

Glad I bid thee,

Native land, farewell, farewell!

Light of them that sit in darkness,

Rise and shine! thy blessings bring

Light to lighten all the Gentiles!

Rise with healing on thy wing;

To thy brightness

Let all kings and nations come.

2 May the heathen now adoring

Idol-gods of wood and stone,

Come, and, worshiping before him,

Serve the living God alone!

Let thy glory

Fill the earth as floods the sea.

3 Thou to whom all power is given,

Speak the word: at thy command

Let thy truth and faithful heralds

Spread thy name from land to land:

Lord, be with them

Always to the end of time.

Eternal Lord! whose power

Can calm the heaving ocean,

Exalted thou,

Yet gracious bow;

Accept our warm devotion.

2 For thee, our all we leave,

Nor drop a tear of sadness;

As on we glide,

Be thou our guide,

And fill our hearts with gladness.

3 We go ’mid pagan gloom

To spread the truth victorious;

Thy blessing send,

Thy word attend,

And make its triumph glorious.

4 And when our toils are done,

Smooth thou the dying pillow:

O, bring us blest

To endless rest,

Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!

Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended;

God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer;

Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended,

Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.

2 Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of power

To newness of life is awaking the dead;

Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hour

That brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.

3 Saviour, we gladly, with voices resounding

Loud as the thunder, our chorus would swell:

Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding,

To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.

From Greenland’s icy mountains,

From India’s coral strand—

Where Afric’s sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand—

From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,

They call us to deliver

Their land from error’s chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle—

Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile;

In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strewn;

The heathen, in their blindness,

Bow down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we whose souls are lighted

By wisdom from on high—

Shall we, to man benighted,

The lamp of life deny?

Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till earth’s remotest nation

Has learned Messiah’s name.

4 Waft—waft, you winds, his story,

And you, you waters, roll,

Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;

Till, o’er our ransomed nature,

The Lamb for sinners slain,

Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign.

Onward speed thy conquering flight,

Angel, onward speed!

Cast abroad thy radiant light,

Bid the shades recede;

Tread the idols in the dust,

Heathen fanes destroy;

Spread the gospel’s love and trust,

Spread the gospel’s joy.

2 Onward speed thy conquering flight,

Angel, onward haste;

Quickly on each mountain hight

Be thy standard placed;

Let thy blissful tidings float

Far o’er vale and hill,

Till the sweetly-echoing note

Every bosom thrill.

3 Onward speed thy conquering flight,

Angel, onward fly!

Long has been the reign of night;

Bring the morning nigh:

Unto thee earth’s sufferers lift

Their imploring wail;

Bear them heavén’s holy gift,

Ere their courage fail.

4 Onward speed thy conquering flight,

Angel, onward speed!

Morning bursts upon our sight,

Lo! the time decreed:

Now the Lord his kingdom takes,

Thrones and empires fall;

Now the joyous song awakes,

“God is All in All!”

Roll on, thou mighty ocean;

And, as thy billows flow,

Bear messengers of mercy

To every land below.

2 Arise, ye gales, and waft them

Safe to the destined shore,

That man may sit in darkness

And death’s deep shade no more.

3 O thou eternal Ruler,

Who holdest in thine arm

The tempests of the ocean,

Protect them from all harm.

4 O be thy presence with them,

Wherever they may be;

Though far from us who love them,

O be they still with thee!

Eternal Father! strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who biddest the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep;

O hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea!

2 O Christ! whose voice the waters heard,

And hushed their raging at thy word,

Who walkédst on the foaming deep,

And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;

O hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea!

3 O God of boundless love and power!

Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;

From rock and tempest, fire and foe,

Protect them wheresoe’er they go,

Thus evermore shall rise to thee

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

Glory to thee, whose powerful word

Bids the tempestuous wind arise;

Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord

Of air and earth, and seas and skies.

2 Let air and earth and skies obey,

And seas thy awful will perform;

From them we learn to own thy sway,

And shout to meet the gathering storm.

3 What though the floods lift up their voice,

Thou hearest, Lord, our silent cry;

They can not damp thy children’s joys,

Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.

4 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy

Your roaring to disturb their rest;

In vain to impair the calm ye try—

The calm in a believer’s breast.

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,

The mighty floods lift up their roar;

The floods in tumult loud rejoice,

And climb in foam the sounding shore.

2 But mightier than the mighty sea,

The Lord of glory reigns on high;

Far o’er its waves we look to thee,

And see their fury break and die.

3 Thy word is true, thy promise sure,

That ancient promise sealed in love;

Here be thy temple ever pure,

As thy pure mansions shine above.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep,

I lay me down in peace to sleep;

Secure I rest upon the wave,

For thou, O Lord! hast power to save.

2 I know thou wilt not slight my call!

For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall!

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3 And such the trust that still were mine,

Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine,

Or though the tempest’s fiery breath

Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!

4 In ocean caves still safe with thee,

The germs of immortality;

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

How are thy servants blest, O Lord!

How sure is their defense!

Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

Their help, Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes they pass unhurt,

And breathe in tainted air.

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne

High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,

Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roars at thy command,

At thy command is still.

5 In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,

Thy goodness I’ll adore;

I’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.

Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!

E’en there we’ll go with thee;

We’ll meet the tempest at thy word,

And walk upon the sea!

2 Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,

Why do we doubt him so?

Who gives the storm a path, will find

The way our feet shall go.

3 A moment may his hand be lost,

Drear moment of delay!—

We cry, “Lord, help the tempest tost,”

And safe we’re borne away.

Star of peace, to wanderers weary,

Bright the beams that smile on me;

Cheer the pilot’s vision dreary,

Far, far at sea.

2 Star of Hope, gleam on the billow,

Bless the soul that sighs for thee;

Bless the sailor’s lonely pillow,

Far, far at sea.

3 Star of faith, when winds are mocking

All his toil, he flies to thee;

Save him, on the billows rocking,

Far, far at sea.

4 Star Divine! O, safely guide him—

Bring the wanderer home to thee;

Sore temptations long have tried him,

Far, far at sea.

Lord! whom winds and seas obey,

Guide us through the watery way;

In the hollow of thy hand

Hide, and bring us safe to land.

2 Jesus! let our faithful mind

Rest, on thee alone reclined;

Every anxious thought repress;

Keep our souls in perfect peace.

3 Keep the souls whom now we leave;

Bid them to each other cleave:

Bid them walk on life’s rough sea;

Bid them come by faith to thee.

4 Save, till all these tempests end,

All who on thy love depend;

Waft our happy spirits o’er,

Land us on the heavenly shore.

When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,

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!

2 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!

3 And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,

When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging,

Then send down thy grace, thy redeeméd to cherish;

Rebuke the destroyer—Save, Lord, or we perish!