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.
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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.
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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.
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