A cry comes ov­er the deep,
Wailing of dy­ing souls.
’Tis ech­oed in ev­ery heart,
Brothers are on the shoals!
The break­ers are dash­ing high,
And death is in ev­ery wave,
And wild­ly ring­eth the cry,
We per­ish with none to save.

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Ring out the tide of song,
While pray­er its bur­den rolls,
That He who rules the storm,
Will bring them off the shoals.

Sweet hope went out with the day,
Rudder and com­pass lost;
Despair more dark than night,
Crowneth the tem­pest tossed;
No help may come from the sea,
No suc­cor from the land,
Say, must they per­ish, and we
Reach ne­ver to them a hand?

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Quick! point to the sav­ing Rock
Looming from out the deep,
Whose bea­con the per­iled souls
Ever will safe­ly keep.
No mat­ter how fierce the storm,
How mad­ly the bil­low rolls,
The light of the guid­ing Star,
Will bring them off the shoals.

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