Poem by Augustus Montague Toplady

Lord, Save Us, We Perish

Pilot of the soul, awake,
Save us for thy mercies' sake;
Now rebuke the angry deep,
Save, O save thy sinking ship!

Stand at the helm, our vessel steer,
Mighty on our side appear
Saviour, teach us to descry
Where the rocks and quicksands lie.

The waves shall impotently roll,
If thou 'rt the anchor of the soul:
At thy word the wind shall cease,
Storms be hush'd to perfect peace.

Be thou our haven of retreat,
A rock to fix our wav'ring feet,
Teach us to own thy sovereign sway,
Whom the winds and seas obey.

1. Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace
2. When Languor and Disease Invade
3. Amplest Grace in Thee I Find
4. Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
5. Bowed with a Sense of Sin

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