What thrills the captain’s whitening lip?
The death-groans of his sinking ship!
“Come to thy God in time!”
Swung deep the funeral chime.
“Grace, mercy, kindness, past,
Come to thy God at last!”
Long did the rescued pilot tell,
When grey hairs o’er his forehead fell,—
While those around would hear and weep,—
That fearful judgment of the deep.