The Book of Worship ‎#331

331. When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming

1 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: "Save, Lord, or we perish."

2 O Jesus, once rocked 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 anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish."

3 And oh! when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging,
Then send down Thy Spirit, Thy redeemèd to cherish,
Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish."

Text Information

• First Line: When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming
• Meter: 12s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Saint: In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble

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