Wrecked on the billow, rent by the gale,
Parted the anchor, shattered the sail.
Faint and despairing, thus was my cry,
Master, I perish, save, or I die,
Friend of the friendless, where shall I flee?
I have no refuge, only in Thee;
Leave me not hopeless, hear Thou my cry,
Master, I perish, save, or I die.

Why am I faithless? Jesus is near,
Stilling the tempest, chiding my fear,
Bidding the waters, turbid and wild,
Sleep in the beauty calm as a child,
Why am I faithless? let me believe,
All that is needful I shall receive;
Thou that hast led me safe through the storm,
All Thou hast promised Thou wilt perform.

Oh, that my spirit ever might rest
Under Thy shadow tranquil and blest,
Folding its pinions lovingly there,
Praising Thy goodness, trusting Thy care!
Friend of the friendless, where shall I flee?
I have no refuge, only in Thee.
Leave me not hopeless hear Thou my cry,
Master, I perish, save, or I die.