Let me to thy bosom fly;
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is nigh:
Hide me, oh my Saviour, hide!
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh receive my soul at last!”
Once the dying man opened his eyes, once he smiled, but ere the last line was finished, James Ruleson had
Gone on that long voyage all men take,
And with angelic help, had once again,