Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: When through the torn soil the wild tempest is streaming
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: 12s
Tune: Phillips
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 279, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhen 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.
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.
And O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging,
Then send down thy grace redeemed to cherish,
Rebuke the destroyer--save, Lord, or we perish.