Round a helpless bark ;
On to doom 'tis swiftly driving,
O'er the waters dark !
Joy ! . . behold the Sa - viour ! .
Joy ! . . the message hear ! . .
I'll stand by until the morning ;
I've come to save you ; do not fear !
Yes, I'll stand by until the morning ;
I've come to save you ; do not fear ! . .
2 Weary, helpless, hopeless seamen,
Fainting on the deck,
With what joy they hail their saviour,
As he hails the wreck !
3 On a wild and stormy ocean,
Sinking 'neath the wave,
Souls that perish, heed the message ! —
Christ has come to save !
4 Daring death thy soul to rescue,
He in love has come ;
Leave the wreck ! and in Him trusting,
Thou shalt reach thy home !