In youth’s glad hour, when all is light,
There seems no cloud, there seems no night;
Our bark of life doth smooth­ly glide,
So soft­ly flows the peace­ful tide.
Hark, hark, a voice comes o’er the sea,
In lov­ing tones it speaks to thee;
It tells of rocks and dan­ger­ous shoals,
And speaks of wrecked and ru­ined souls.

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Cast an­chor ere it be too late;
The ec­ho comes from Hea­ven’s gate,
O soul, de­lay not, heed the call,
Christ is the har­bor safe for all,
Yes, safe for all.

In man­hood’s prime when cares of life
Bear on our bark with cease­less strife,
Tossed to and fro, no star to guide,
Our bark is drift­ing with the tide.
Hark, hark, that voice again I hear,
Above the storm rings sweet and clear,
O soul, fear not, I hear it say;
Trust thou in Me, I am the Way.

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The years speed on, our bark grows old,
The bil­lows would its form en­fold;
’Neath load of sin ’tis sink­ing fast,
A wreck up­on the shore be cast.
Hark, hark, that voice once more I hear,
O come to Me, you need not fear;
Trust not to self, leave all to Me,
I’ll guide thy bark thro’ life’s rough sea.

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