O sail­or on a trea­cher­ous sea,
Tho’ rent thy ev­ery sail may be,
Tho’ all thy earth­ly hopes are past,
And thou art cling­ing to the mast.

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Hold fast a mo­ment more,
Behold a light up­on the shore;
Tho’ scarce a beam thine eye can see,
Thy Sav­ior comes to res­cue thee.

Hold fast, be strong and ban­ish fear,
Look up, be­hold the har­bor near;
A cry of joy from yon­der strand,
Where loved ones wait to clasp thy hand.

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Tho’ surg­es roll, and waves run high,
The Gos­pel life­boat still is nigh;
It can­not from its course be driv’n,
’Tis sure to reach the port of Heav’n.

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Oh, sail­or! lift again thine eyes,
Behold with joy and glad sur­prise
A glo­ri­ous morn, that dawns for thee,
Far, far beyond a stor­my sea.

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Oh, land of rest from toil and care,
Who would not long to en­ter there,
Where ev­ery throb of pain shall cease,
And ev­ery sigh be hushed to peace!

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