Many pre­cious souls are drift­ing
With the aw­ful tide of sin,
Heeding not the lov­ing Sav­ior,
Who would safe­ly bring them in.

Refrain

Where are you to­day, my bro­ther?
Are you drift­ing with the tide,
Or upon the Rock of Ag­es,
Does your trust­ing soul abide?

Soon the storm will break up­on them,
Soon the end­less night will fall,
Yet they drift, and will not list­en,
To the Sav­ior’s call.

Refrain

Day by day they near the break­ers,
Hour by hour they near the grave,
Still they turn away from Je­sus,
Who is reach­ing out to save.

Refrain

Heed, O drift­ing soul, the warn­ing,
Heed today the Pi­lot blest;
Let Him steer you to the har­bor,
Where you may in safe­ty rest.

Refrain