Dudley Buck - When thro' the torn sail, Op. 89, No. 4b - текст песни (слова)

1.
 When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
 When o'er the darkwave the red lightning is gleaming.
 Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,
 We fly to our maker, 
 Save, Lord, save, or we perish. 
  
 2.
 O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billow,
 Aroused by the shriek of dispair from thy pillow.
 Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
 Who cries in his anguish,
 Save, Lord, save, or we perish. 
  
 3.
 And O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
 When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging.
 Then send down thy Spirit, thy redeemed to cherish,
 Rebuke the destroyer,
 Save, Lord, save, or we perish.