Sacred Harp 224: Save Lord Or We Perish

[brockorgan]

When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming.

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Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,

We fly to our maker, Save, Lord, or we perish.

[Commentarian1]

Excellent!

[ldysuper]

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