First Line: Who will man the life-boat ? who the storm will brave,

Who will man the life-boat ? who the storm will brave ?
Many souls are drifting helpless on the wave ;
See their hands uplifted, hear their bitter cry :
Save us ere we perish, save us ere we die !

Who will man the life-boat ? who will launch away ?
Who will help to rescue dying souls to-day ?
Who will man the life-boat ? who will breast the wave ?
All its dangers braving, precious souls to save ?

2 See ! amid the breakers yonder vessel tossed !
Onward to the rescue : haste, or all is lost !
Waves that dash around us cannot overwhelm,
While our faithful Pilot standeth at the helm.

3 Darker yet, and darker grows the fearful night :
Sound the trump of mercy, flash the signal light !
Bear the joyful message o'er the raging wave,
Christ, the heavenly Pilot, comes the lost to save !