Pull for the Shore

Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss

"Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand
See o'er the foaming billows fair Haven's land.”




On one occasion the vessel on which Mr. Moody was returning from Europe, accompanied by his oldest son, was disabled by the breaking of a propelling shaft. Mrs. Moody was at my home in Brooklyn, waiting to receive them on their arrival. Day after day passed without word from the steamer, and Mrs. Moody became almost frantic with anxiety. At last I received this cable dispatch from Mr. Moody: ”Saved, thank God. ”I learned afterwards that the people gathered around him and begged him to pray for their deliverance. Several infidels on board, who had been making light of Mr. Moody's work, were found kneeling at his side, and through the earnestness of his prayers and divine help they were led to Christ.