MANY a soul on life's dark ocean,
Void of helm or oar,
Battling with the waves' commotion,
Seeks a quiet shore;
Brother Christian, thine the labor
By the light of love,
To assist thine erring neighbor
To the port above. Like the light house watcher, keeping
Every beacon bright,
Waking, while the world is sleeping,
Wrapt in thickest night;
There is many an ocean ranger,
Out upon the shoals,
Friends and comrades are in danger;
Save their precious souls. Hold the light for one another,
'Tis the Lord's command
Seize thy shipwrecked, drowning brother
With a manly hand,
Rouse him up to life and action,
Ply the means to save,
And by love's divine attraction,
Lift him from the wave. Hold the light up higher, higher,
Thousands need your aid,
Throw its flashes nigher, nigher,
Urge, constrain, persuade;
Borrow torches from the altar,
Blazing like the sun,
Hold them up, nor flag, nor falter,
Till thy work is done.