1 There are wrecks along the shore,
Going down on ev'ry side,
'Mid the crashing breakers' roar,
And the surging, foaming tide.
Faintly over rock and reef
Comes the agonizing cry,
"Send, oh! send us quick relief!
Ere we parish ere we die."
Sind out the life-boat,
Throw out the line!
Jesus is calling in mercy divine;
Thousands of time wrecks are sinking in sin,
Speed thro' the tempest and gather them in.
2 Anxious friends are waiting lone,
For an absent, wayward child;
Hearing not the saddened moan,
Thro' the darkness, strange and wild.
Hear the mother's earnest plea,
Going up to heav'n and God,
"Send, oh! send Thy help to me!
Let me lean upon Thy rod." [Chorus]
3 "May some angel from above,
Guard my child from ev'ry ill;
God of mercy! God love,
May it be Thy blessed will,
Now to save my darling boy!
Send some strong and loving hand,
Ere the waves of sin destroy,
That shall bring him safe to land." [Chorus]
4 Christian! listen to the voice,
To the rescue, haste away!
Let the sons of God rejoice
At the vic'try gained today.
Christian! heed thy Saviour's call,
Gladly His sweet will obey;
Point the dying, sinking soul,
To the Life the Truth, the Way. [Chorus]
Lanta Wilson Smith was born July 19, 1856 at Castine, Maine, and died October 19, 1939 at Taunton, Massachusetts. She was the daughter of a Methodist minister, William J. Wilson, and his wife Sedelia Follett. Her father belonged to the Maine, and later the East Maine Conferences from 1846 until 1866, when he with his family traveled in a covered wagon to the west, where he served as minister in Nebraska and Dakota. Later he returned to New England and founded out his sixty-four years in the ministry at an appointment in Hingham, Massachusetts. From her early childhood Lanta sang and played the organ in church and Sunday school wherever her father was located. When seventeen she attended Bucksport Seminary, Maine, where she received som… Go to person page >