The Harbor Bell

Our life is like a stor­my sea

Swept by the gales of sin and grief

While on the wind­ward and the lee

Hang hea­vy clouds of un­belief;

But o’er the deep a call we hear

Like har­bor bell’s in­vit­ing voice;

It tells the lost that hope is near

And bids the tremb­ling soul re­joice.

This way

this way

O heart op­pressed

So long by storm and tem­pest driv’n;

This way

this way

lo here is rest

Rings out the har­bor bell of Heav’n.

O let us now the call ob­ey

And steer our bark for yon­der shore

Where still that voice di­rects the way

In plead­ing tones for­ev­er­more;

A thou­sand life wrecks strew the sea;

They’re go­ing down at ev­ery swell;

Come un­to Me

come un­to Me

Rings out th’as­sur­ing har­bor bell.

O tempted one

look up

be strong;

The promise of the Lord is sure

That they shall sing the victor’s song

Who faithful to the end endure;

God’s Ho­ly Spir­it comes to thee

Of His abid­ing love to tell;

To bliss­ful port

o’er stor­my sea

Calls Heav’n’s in­vit­ing har­bor bell.

Come

gra­cious Lord

and in Thy love

Conduct us o’er life’s stor­my wave;

O guide us to the home above

The bliss­ful home be­yond the grave;

There safe from rock

and storm

and flood

Our song of praise shall nev­er cease

To Him who bought us with His blood

And brought us to the port of peace.