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).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ward (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Ida A. Hushower (1872–1928)


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.