Verse 1
To whom but Jesus shall we run
For refuge in despair?
We make our lost condition known
And waken him by prayer:
Master, if Thou neglect to hear
Thy poor disciples cry,
If Thou thy needful help defer,
Now in our sins we die.
Verse 2
Our toiling strength exhausted is,
Our Hope Thou art alone;
Save, or we perish in th’ abyss,
Eternally undone;
Our succour in extremity,
Our all-commanding Lord,
Now, now rebuke the winds and sea,
And speak the calm restor’d.