To comfort hearts that sigh and break, To dry the falling tear, Wilt thou forego the music sweet Entrancing now thy ear?
I must return, I firmly said, The strugglers in that sea Shall not reach out beseeching hands In vain for help to me.
I turned to go; but as I turned The gloomy sea grew bright, And from my heart there seemed to flow Ten thousand cords of light.
And sin-wrecked men, with eager hands Did grasp each golden cord;And with my heart I drew them on To see my gracious Lord.
Again I stood beside the gate.
My heart was glad and free;For with me stood a rescued throng The Lord had given me.
