Drifting (Dunagan)

Many pre­cious souls are drift­ing

With the aw­ful tide of sin

Heeding not the lov­ing Sav­ior

Who would safe­ly bring them in.

Where are you to­day

my bro­ther?

Are you drift­ing with the tide

Or upon the Rock of Ag­es

Does your trust­ing soul abide?

Soon the storm will break up­on them

Soon the end­less night will fall

Yet they drift

and will not list­en

To the Sav­ior’s call.

Day by day they near the break­ers

Hour by hour they near the grave

Still they turn away from Je­sus

Who is reach­ing out to save.

Heed

O drift­ing soul

the warn­ing

Heed today the Pi­lot blest;

Let Him steer you to the har­bor

Where you may in safe­ty rest.