A vessel was wrecked off the shore. Eager eyes were watching and strong arms manned the life-boat. For hours they tried to reach that vessel through the great breakers that raged and foamed on the sand-bank but it seemed impossible. The boat appeared to be leaving the crew to perish. But after a while the Captain and sixteen men were taken off, and the vessel went down. |When the life-boat came to you,| said a friend, |did you expect it had brought some tools to repair your old ship?| |Oh, no,| was the response; |she was a total wreck. Two of her masts were gone, and if we had stayed mending her, only a few minutes, we must have gone down, sir.| |When once off the old wreck and safe in the life-boat, what remained for you to do?| |Nothing, sir, but just to pull for the shore.|
Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand!
See o'er the foaming billows fair Haven's land,
Drear was the voyage, sailor, now almost o'er
Safe within the life-boat, sailor, pull for the shore.
Pull for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore!
Heed not the rolling waves, but bend to the oar;
Safe in the life-boat, sailor, cling to self no more! Leave the poor old stranded wreck, and pull for the shore.
Trust in the life-boat, sailor, all else will fail, Stronger the surges dash and fiercer the gale,
Heed not the stormy winds, though loudly they roar; Watch the |bright morning star,| and pull for the shore.-Cho.
Bright gleams the morning, sailor, lift up thy eye; Clouds and darkness disappearing, glory is nigh!
Safe in the life-boat, sailor, sing evermore;
|Glory, glory, hallelujah!| pull for the shore. -- Cho.
P. P. BLISS.