Scripture Verse

I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest. Psalm 55:8


Words: Ida A. Hush­ow­er, in The Ser­vice of Praise, by J. Lin­coln Hall et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1900), num­ber 19.

Music: Rol­lin C. Ward (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Ida A. Hushower


Away, away on the sea of life,
My little boat doth glide;
I soon shall land on the other shore,
Beyond the swelling tide.


Sail on, sail on,
For soon this life is past;
Tho’ tempests beat, we will still sail on,
And all be home at last.

I sing my song as the days go by;
From storms I have no fear;
I safely glide on the rolling waves,
For Christ my captain’s near.


Perhaps some soul may be sailing near,
So weary from life’s race;
I’ll sing my song, it may help him bear
The conflicts he must face.