The Bright Array ‎#124

124. Save, or I Perish

1 Wrecked on the billow, rent by the gale,
Parted the anchor, shattered the sail.
Faint and despairing, thus was my cry,
Master, I perish, save, or I die,
Friend of the friendless, where shall I flee?
I have no refuge, only in Thee;
Leave me not hopeless, hear Thou my cry,
Master, I perish, save, or I die.

2 Why am I faithless? Jesus is near,
Stilling the tempest, chiding my fear,
Bidding the waters, turbid and wild,
Sleep in the beauty calm as a child,
Why am I faithless? let me believe,
All that is needful I shall receive;
Thou that hast led me safe through the storm,
All Thou hast promised Thou wilt perform.

3 Oh, that my spirit ever might rest
Under Thy shadow tranquil and blest,
Folding its pinions lovingly there,
Praising Thy goodness, trusting Thy care!
Friend of the friendless, where shall I flee?
I have no refuge, only in Thee.
Leave me not hopeless hear Thou my cry,
Master, I perish, save, or I die.

Text Information

• First Line: Wrecked on the billow, rent by the gale
• Title: Save, or I Perish
• Author: Fanny J. Crosby
• Publication Date: 1889
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: [Wrecked on the billow, rent by the gale]
• Composer: W. H. Doane
• Notes: Public Domain.