SHIPWRECKED

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 21, 1870

Look where the ships go down; Some silently and slow, Upon the sea of life, Full freighted with their woe; Others, with tattered sail, From battling with rough wind, Sink down with mournful wail, Nor leave one trace behind.

Look where the ships go down, All round us on the way; Some strike on sudden rock, With warning clear as day; And some, with calmest tide, Whose course ere now was bright, Beneath the dark waves hide Their last uncertain light.

Look where the ships go down, The harbor full in view, With warnings on the rocks, To guide the traveler through. Look where the wrecks go down, Or wander tempest-tossed, With light and anchor gone; For ever, ever lost!

Oh, soul of mine, keep calm! Sail firmly on thy way, To meet the great “I Am” At Heaven’s all-crowning day; Thy fears will all be o’er, Thy anchor then at rest, And thou for evermore Safe havened with the blest!