Saviour, Saviour, unto her
Draw thou near, and minister!
And when on the crumbling sand
Of life's shore her feet shall stand;
When the death-stream's moaning surge
Sings for her its solemn dirge,
And our earthly love would shrink,
Trembling, backward from the brink.
Saviour, Saviour, take her hand,
That her feet may safely stand!