"Save, Lord! or we perish." Matt. viii. 25.
1. 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 rock'd 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 wild warfare is waging,
Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom'd to cherish,
Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord! or we perish."
145th Hymn.
Ev-er-last-ing Three in One, All wor-ship be ad-dress'd: ( Praise from all above, below,
As throughout the ages past, Now is giv'n, and shall be so While endless a
2. Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies:
There, is everlasting peace,
Rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
There, will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be given.