Sung when the ship, Titanic, was about to sink,
it was a hymn that I, quite early, learned to play
on my piano. But when comes the night or day
(sooner perhaps than thought) I reach the shadowed brink
of death---that fierce and final moment---my demise:
despite the laughing terrors that might seek to flay
my mind with garish tricks, their haunting perfidy
will not stumble my soul, released, to soar and rise
to Christ my Savior, and into His Heavenly
abode and His eternal garden, Paradise.
And as I feel His Power's gently wafting lift,
enveloped by the comfort of that soft bue shift,
I shall exclaim, in faith---My God, Nearer To Thee,
that Bright and Morning Star of Grace that summons me.
Starward
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