Scripture Verse

Lord, save us: we perish. Matthew 8:25


Words: Re­gi­nald He­ber (1783–1826). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Writ­ten and Adapt­ed to the Week­ly Ser­vice of the Church Year (Lon­don: J. Mur­ray, 1827), page 42.

Music: In Storm Charles E. Stephens, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1889 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

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Reginald Heber


When 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—Help, Lord, or we perish!

Oh Jesus! once tossed 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 danger—Help, Lord, or we perish!

And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When hell in our heart his wild warfare is waging,
Arise in Thy strength Thy redeemèd to cherish
Rebuke the destroyer—Help, Lord, or we perish!