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]
Source: Singing by the Way (Rev. ed.) #63