Wrecked outright on Jesus’ breast

“Wrecked outright on Jesus’ breast”:

Only “wrecked” souls thus can sing;

Little boats that hug the shore

Fearing what the storm may bring

Never find on Jesus’ breast

All that “wrecked” souls mean by rest.

“Wrecked outright!” So we lament;

But when storms have done their worst

Then the soul

surviving all

In Eternal arms is nursed;

There to find that nought can move

One

embosomed in such love.

“Wrecked outright!” No more to own

E’en a craft to sail the sea;

Still a voyager

yet now

Anchored to Infinity;

Nothing left to do but fling

Care aside

and simply cling.

“Wrecked outright!” ’Twas purest gain

Henceforth other craft can see

That the storm may be a boon

That

however rough the sea

God Himself doth watchful stand

For the “wreck” is in His hand.