Make haste

A storm gathers dark O’er the foam crested deep,
And souls on the billows are tossed;
Then forth let us go, with a message of hope,
Speed on, lest their vessel be lost.

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Make haste, make haste,
Make haste to the rescue, away!
Speed on, quickly on, with a message of hope—
No time for a moment’s delay.

No bright beaming star in the darkness they see,
No bells from the harbor they hear;
Their frail, shattered bark, still is drifting afar,
Speed on, with a message of cheer.

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A light softly breaks, and their peril is O’er;
They hear, and they answer our call;
Our boat hurries on with the pilot on board—
In him is a refuge for all.

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