The Minute Gun at Sea.Let him who sighs in sadness hear,Rejoice to know a friend is near!What heavenly sounds are those I hear?What being comes the gloom to cheer?When in the storm on Columbia’s coast,The night-watch guards his weary post,From thoughts of danger free!To mark some vessel’s dusky form,And hears amid the howling storm,The minute gun at sea!Swift on the shore a hardy few,The life-boat man with a gallant crew,And dare the dangerous wave!Through the wild surf they cleave their way,Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,For they go the crew to save.But oh! what rapture fills each breast,Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d,When landed safe what joys to tell,Of all the dangers that befell;Then is heard no moreBy the watch on the shore,The minute gun at sea.
Let him who sighs in sadness hear,Rejoice to know a friend is near!What heavenly sounds are those I hear?What being comes the gloom to cheer?When in the storm on Columbia’s coast,The night-watch guards his weary post,From thoughts of danger free!To mark some vessel’s dusky form,And hears amid the howling storm,The minute gun at sea!Swift on the shore a hardy few,The life-boat man with a gallant crew,And dare the dangerous wave!Through the wild surf they cleave their way,Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,For they go the crew to save.But oh! what rapture fills each breast,Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d,When landed safe what joys to tell,Of all the dangers that befell;Then is heard no moreBy the watch on the shore,The minute gun at sea.
Let him who sighs in sadness hear,Rejoice to know a friend is near!What heavenly sounds are those I hear?What being comes the gloom to cheer?When in the storm on Columbia’s coast,The night-watch guards his weary post,From thoughts of danger free!To mark some vessel’s dusky form,And hears amid the howling storm,The minute gun at sea!Swift on the shore a hardy few,The life-boat man with a gallant crew,And dare the dangerous wave!Through the wild surf they cleave their way,Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,For they go the crew to save.But oh! what rapture fills each breast,Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d,When landed safe what joys to tell,Of all the dangers that befell;Then is heard no moreBy the watch on the shore,The minute gun at sea.
Let him who sighs in sadness hear,Rejoice to know a friend is near!What heavenly sounds are those I hear?What being comes the gloom to cheer?When in the storm on Columbia’s coast,The night-watch guards his weary post,From thoughts of danger free!To mark some vessel’s dusky form,And hears amid the howling storm,The minute gun at sea!
Let him who sighs in sadness hear,
Rejoice to know a friend is near!
What heavenly sounds are those I hear?
What being comes the gloom to cheer?
When in the storm on Columbia’s coast,
The night-watch guards his weary post,
From thoughts of danger free!
To mark some vessel’s dusky form,
And hears amid the howling storm,
The minute gun at sea!
Swift on the shore a hardy few,The life-boat man with a gallant crew,And dare the dangerous wave!Through the wild surf they cleave their way,Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,For they go the crew to save.
Swift on the shore a hardy few,
The life-boat man with a gallant crew,
And dare the dangerous wave!
Through the wild surf they cleave their way,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,
For they go the crew to save.
But oh! what rapture fills each breast,Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d,When landed safe what joys to tell,Of all the dangers that befell;Then is heard no moreBy the watch on the shore,The minute gun at sea.
But oh! what rapture fills each breast,
Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d,
When landed safe what joys to tell,
Of all the dangers that befell;
Then is heard no more
By the watch on the shore,
The minute gun at sea.