I
MY VESSEL'S BEEN BLOWN, SO FAR FROM THE SHORE.
IT'S BEEN BRUISE AND SHIPWRECKED
AND THE SAIL IS TORN,
TAKE HOLD OF THE THROTTLE, LORD AND GUIDE ME HOME.
I'M LOST AT SEA, AND ALL ALONE.
II
I'M LOOKING FORWARD, TO THAT HOMECOMING DAY,
I'LL MEET ALL MY LOVED ONES.
AND HEAR DAVID PLAY,
WHEN MY SHIP PULLS IN TO ANCHOR AT LAST.
I'LL HAVE NO MORE HEARTACHES
AND MY CARES ARE PAST.
CHORUS
REACH DOWN GOD AND RESCUE ME,
MY SHIP IS DRIFTING TO FAR IN THE SEA.
THE HARBOR LIGHTS ARE GROWING FAINT,
SO REACH DOWN GOD TO A STRUGGLING SAINT.