When Through the Torn Sail

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!

Oh Je­sus! once tossed 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 dan­ger—Help

Lord

or we per­ish!

And oh

when the whirl­wind of pass­ion is rag­ing

When hell in our heart its wild war­fare is wag­ing

Arise in Thy strength Thy re­deem­èd to cher­ish

Rebuke the de­stroy­er—Help

Lord

or we per­ish!