WRECKED OUTRIGHT ON JESUS' BREAST
1. "Wrecked
outright on Jesus' breast:"
Only
"wrecked" souls thus can sing;
Little boats that
hug the shore.
Fearing what the
storm may bring,
Never find on
Jesus' breast,
All that
"wrecked" souls mean by rest.
2. "Wrecked
outright!" So we lament;
But when storms
have done their worst,
Then the soul,
surviving all,
In Eternal arms is
nursed;
There to find that
nought can move
One, embosomed in
such love.
3. "Wrecked
outright!" No more to own.
E'en a craft to
sail the sea;
Still a voyager,
yet now
Anchored to
Infinity;
Nothing left to do
but fling
Care aside, and
simply cling.
4. "Wrecked
outright!" 'Twas purest gain,
Henceforth other
craft can see
That the storm may
be a boon,
That, however rough
the sea,
God Himself doth watchful
stand,
For the
"wreck" is in His hand.
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