"Wrecked outright on Jesus' breast":

" Wrecked outright on Jesus' breast": Only "wrecked" souls thus can sing; Little boats that hug the shore, Fearing what the storm may bring, Never find on Jesus' breast, All that "wrecked" souls mean by rest.

" Wrecked outright!" So we lament; But when storms have done their worst, Then the soul, surviving all, In Eternal arms is nursed; There to find that nought can move One, embosomed in such love.

" Wrecked outright!" No more to own E'en a craft to sail the sea; Still a voyager, yet now Anchored to Infinity; Nothing left to do but fling Care aside, and simply cling.

" Wrecked outright!" ' Twas purest gain, Henceforth other craft can see That the storm may be a boon, That, however rough the sea, God Himself doth watchful stand, For the "wreck' is in His hand.