THE storm rages fierce, the billows roll high, Now lashing the shore and then kissing the sky, 'Mid wild supplication of agonized prayer, Whilst cries ring the air, now from lips in despair - Hark I the life-saving crew, The life-saving crew I Oh I blessed for ever Be the life-saving crew.

The storm rages fierce—here are tempests of life Where bright eager faces grow white in the strife, And wild desolation—for all that was planned— Is there never a one with a helping hand? Hark I the life-saving crew, The life-saving crew I Oh 1 blessed for ever Be the life-saving crew.

MAY EVE..