1 Oh, see the wrecks along the way,
As down the stream of time we glide,
Temptation’s line their barks betray
To rocks beneath the swelling tide.
The tempter leads the sailor o’er,
Among the reefs beneath the wave,
And precious souls, to rise no more,
Find rest within a tidal grave.
The Spirit line throw out to save,
With mighty arm of faith reclaim;
The lost upon the angry wave
Bring in the pow’r of Jesus’ name.
2 Yes, there are wrecks along the shore
Now stranded on the shoals of sin,
With angry waves now rolling o’er.—
Now sinking deep, all dark within.
With hand upon the helm of pray’r,
Unfurl the sail, the anchor haul,
The buoy of hope points over there,
To shores of rest, a rest for all. [Refrain]
3 Oh, save the wrecks along the shore,
‘Mid rocks and storms of doubt and fear,
Where many souls sink day by day,—
Throw out the line and haul them near.
Hold out a hand to some lost soul,
To guide him to a port of rest,
And while the waves shall near thee roll,
Steer safely to the harbor blest. [Refrain]