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 its wild war­fare is wag­ing,
Arise in Thy strength Thy re­deem­èd to cher­ish
Rebuke the de­stroy­er—Help, Lord, or we per­ish!