Where the Wrecks Wash In

Our Je­sus walks where the wrecks wash in

All bruised and sore from the sea of sin;

As each comes in on the rush­ing tide

He gent­ly calls from the dark sea­side.

O sin­ner tossed on the tur­bid foam

To Christ then come and His har­bor home

He waits just now on the peace­ful shore

To heal your wounds and your soul re­store.

Just as He did there in Ga­li­lee

He walks to­day by the foam­ing sea;

That He may heal all the sick and sore

When rough­ly dashed on the friend­ly shore.

He loves to walk where the wrecks wash in

That long have tossed on the sea of sin;

Who call to Him with their fail­ing breath

To res­cue them from the sea of death.