When I can’t hold on much longer
To a rope weathered and frayed
When I can’t find hope and I’m losing faith

The savior reaches in
To still the howling wind
To calm the storm within
To rescue me
To rescue me

When I think I might surrender
To the vengeance of the tide
When I’m lost in sin and I don’t see light

The savior reaches low
Under the torrid flow
To save my sinking soul
And rescue me

The savior calls my name
When I feel most ashamed
He comes to take the blame
And rescue me
To rescue me
To rescue me


(Hindalong, Daugherty)