Make Haste!

A storm ga­thers dark o’er the foam crest­ed deep

And souls on the bil­lows are tossed;

Then forth let us go

with a mes­sage of hope

Speed on

lest their ves­sel be lost.

Make haste

make haste

Make haste to the res­cue

away!

Speed on

quick­ly on

with a mes­sage of hope—

No time for a mo­ment’s delay.

No bright beam­ing star in the dark­ness they see

No bells from the har­bor they hear;

Their frail

shat­tered bark

still is drift­ing afar

Speed on

with a mes­sage of cheer.

A light soft­ly breaks

and their per­il is o’er;

They hear

and they an­swer our call;

Our boat hur­ries on with the Pi­lot on board—

In Him is a re­fuge for all.