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.