1 Our sins, alas, how strong they be! And like a violent sea They break our duty, Lord, to thee, And hurry us away.
2 The waves of trouble how they rise! How loud the tempests roar! But death shall land our weary souls Safe on the heavenly shore.
3 There to fulfil his sweet commands Our speedy feet shall move, No sin shall clog our winged zeal, Or cool our burning love.
4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell The wonders of his grace, Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face.
5 For ever his dear sacred Name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be The close of every song.