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

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

R. C. Ward (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.