'Tis a stormy night, and the wild winds roar, The waves roll mountains high, And the Life-boat crew are called to the shore, For a ship to the rocks in nigh.

Not a moment waver our heroes bold, As their boat they bravely man; The fate of a crew is their hands they hold, And they'll save them if men can.

Then gallantly bend to the oar, my lads, And pull with all your might; Though loudly the tempest may roar, my lads, There are lives to be saved to-night.

Their loved ones watch on the foam-strewn beach, And pray, with tear-dimmed eyes, That the gallant lads their goal may reach, And snatch from the sea its prize.

Ah! the ship has struck, and the billows leap Triumphant o'er her deck; In the cuel grasp of the mighty deep Lies the battered, storm-tossed wreck.

Then gallantly bead to the oar, my lads, And pall with all your might; Though loudly the tempest may roar, my lads, There are lives to be saved to-night.

Though sorely pressed by wind and wave, The Life-boat men draw nigh To those they're fought so hard to save— For whom they dared to die.

Thank Heaven! their help is not too late, And saved we the shipwrecked crew; So back, brave hearts, to the loves who wait, And watch on the shore for you.

Then gallantly bend to the oar, my lads, And pull with all your might; Though loudly the tempest may roar, my lads, Your duty you've done to-night.

A. A.