In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face. While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place. 'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry. Keep me safe till the sto
I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore. Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more. But the Master of the sea, heard my despairing cry. From the waters lifted me, now safe