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.