The vessel is tossing, the storm driving fast,
Out on the water; nor rudder, nor mast!
Out on the water! The dark night hath come;
The ocean is boiling and seething in foam;
We see the waves break o’er the poor battered boat,—
Out on the water; a soul is afloat!
Out on the water! Quick! reach him a spar!
It is not too late, drift he never so far;
Hold to it! Cling to it while the waves toss,
Out on the water,—the Spar of The Cross!