Hold Fast

O sail­or on a trea­cher­ous sea

Tho’ rent thy ev­ery sail may be

Tho’ all thy earth­ly hopes are past

And thou art cling­ing to the mast.

Hold fast a mo­ment more

Behold a light up­on the shore;

Tho’ scarce a beam thine eye can see

Thy Sav­ior comes to res­cue thee.

Hold fast

be strong and ban­ish fear

Look up

be­hold the har­bor near;

A cry of joy from yon­der strand

Where loved ones wait to clasp thy hand.

Tho’ surg­es roll

and waves run high

The Gos­pel life­boat still is nigh;

It can­not from its course be driv’n

’Tis sure to reach the port of Heav’n.

Oh

sail­or! lift again thine eyes

Behold with joy and glad sur­prise

A glo­ri­ous morn

that dawns for thee

Far

far be­yond a stor­my sea.

Oh

land of rest from toil and care

Who would not long to en­ter there

Where ev­ery throb of pain shall cease

And ev­ery sigh be hushed to peace!