And hears amid the howling storm,
The minute gun at sea!
Swift on the shore a hardy few,
The life-boat man with a gallant crew,
And dare the dangerous wave!
Through the wild surf they cleave their way,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,
For they go the crew to save.
But oh! what rapture fills each breast,
Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d,