Sacred Harp 224, 'Save, Lord, or we Perish'

When thro' the torn sail
the wild tempest is streaming,
When o'er the dark wave
the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray
the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker,
Save, Lord, or we Perish!

It would be difficult to imagine a song that more perfectly expresses the emotions of a shipwrecked soul.

Here sung with the intensity characteristic of Sacred Harp singing by the 'class' at the 22nd annual Southern Wisconsin Singing, November 8, 2008, at historic Plum Grove Church in Folklore Village, Dodgeville.

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