637--"Wrecked outright on Jesus' breast":

"Wrecked outright on Jesus' breast":

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	1.	"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.
	2.	"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.
	3.	"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.
	4.	"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.