make haste

a storm gathers dark o’er the foam crested deep,
and souls on the billows are tossed;
then forth let us go, with a message of hope,
speed on, lest their vessel be lost.

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make haste, make haste,
make haste to the rescue, away!
speed on, quickly on, with a message of hope—
no time for a moment’s delay.

no bright beaming star in the darkness they see,
no bells from the harbor they hear;
their frail, shattered bark, still is drifting afar,
speed on, with a message of cheer.

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a light softly breaks, and their peril is o’er;
they hear, and they answer our call;
our boat hurries on with the pilot on board—
in him is a refuge for all.

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