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A storm gathers dark
o’er the foam crested deep,
And souls on the billows are tossed;
Then forth let us go,
with a message of hope,
Speed on, lest their vessel be lost.
Make haste, make haste,
Make haste to the rescue, away!
Speed on, quickly on,
with a message of hope—
No time for a moment’s delay.
No bright beaming star
in the darkness they see,
No bells from the harbor they hear;
Their frail, shattered bark,
still is drifting afar,
Speed on, with a message of cheer.
Make haste, make haste,
Make haste to the rescue, away!
Speed on, quickly on,
with a message of hope—
No time for a moment’s delay.
A light softly breaks,
and their peril is o’er;
They hear, and they answer our call;
Our boat hurries on
with the Pilot on board—
In Him is a refuge for all.
Make haste, make haste,
Make haste to the rescue, away!
Speed on, quickly on,
with a message of hope—
No time for a moment’s delay.
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Meter:
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11 8 11 8 and refrain
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Dates:
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1903
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 4:37-39;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MAKE HASTE
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Meter:
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11 8 11 8 and refrain
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Dates:
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