1 When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker: "Help, Lord, or we perish!"
2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries in his anguish, "Help, Lord, or we perish!"
3 And O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging,
Arise in Thy strength, Thy redeemèd to cherish;
Rebuke the destroyer: "Help, Lord, or we perish!"
Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #78
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #121||When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming||When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming||Reginald Heber||2012|
|Scripture Song Database #4055||When Through the Torn Sail||[When Through the Torn Sail]||Reginald Heber||Matthew 8:27||2008||<i>Cyberhymnal</i> (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/, 1996)|
|The Cyber Hymnal #7706||When Through the Torn Sail||When through the torn sail the wild tempest is raging||IN STORM||Reginald Heber, 1783-1826||188.8.131.52||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns Written and Adapted to the Weekly Service of the Church Year</cite> (London: J. Murray, 1827)|