A storm ga­thers dark o’er the foam crest­ed deep,
And souls on the bil­lows are tossed;
Then forth let us go, with a mes­sage of hope,
Speed on, lest their ves­sel be lost.

Refrain

Make haste, make haste,
Make haste to the res­cue, away!
Speed on, quick­ly on, with a mes­sage of hope—
No time for a mo­ment’s delay.

No bright beam­ing star in the dark­ness they see,
No bells from the har­bor they hear;
Their frail, shat­tered bark, still is drift­ing afar,
Speed on, with a mes­sage of cheer.

Refrain

A light soft­ly breaks, and their per­il is o’er;
They hear, and they an­swer our call;
Our boat hur­ries on with the Pi­lot on board—
In Him is a re­fuge for all.

Refrain