Saved from the Wreck (EN 1591)

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Adrift on the waters, so dark and so cold,

Afar from the beautiful city of gold,

A vessel is sinking, for heavy the gale,

The cable is broken, and tattered each sail.

Poor child of the wreck, see the lifeboat is near,

A sweet voice is heard, for the Master is here;

He walks every billow, controls every wave,

’Tis Jesus, King Jesus, “the mighty to save.”

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Oh, I was the sinner alone on the sea,

But love’s blessed signal were floating for me;

Though thunders were rolling, and billows at strife,

Lo, Jesus was calling, “escape for thy life.”

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I stepped in the life boat, provided for me,

And Jesus my Pilot, my Captain to be;

His bosom my refuge, my “haven of rest.”

I’m rescued from shipwreck, so happy and blest.

4

Life’s turbulent surges are kissed into peace,

The beacons are shining, and songs never cease;

Fair moonbeams, bright sunshine, illumine the tide,

While onward to glory we’ll joyfully glide.