Our Je­sus walks where the wrecks wash in,
All bruised and sore from the sea of sin;
As each comes in on the rush­ing tide,
He gent­ly calls from the dark sea­side.

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O sin­ner tossed on the turbid foam,
To Christ then come and His har­bor home,
He waits just now on the peace­ful shore,
To heal your wounds and your soul re­store.

Just as He did there in Ga­li­lee,
He walks to­day by the foam­ing sea;
That He may heal all the sick and sore,
When rough­ly dashed on the friend­ly shore.

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He loves to walk where the wrecks wash in,
That long have tossed on the sea of sin;
Who call to Him with their fail­ing breath,
To res­cue them from the sea of death.

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