The Lost Fishermen Memorial

OH GOD! RECEIVE THE SOULS OF THESE BRAVE FISHERMEN WHO HAVE SAILED BY THIS PASS AND NEVER RETURNED!

--Inscription on the Lost Fishermen Memorial on South Padre Island, Texas

"Where The Wrecks Wash In" words by Colonel Henry H. Hadley and music by Frank M. Davis

Our Jesus walks where the wrecks wash in,
All bruised and sore from the sea of sin;
As each comes in on the rushing tide,
He gently calls from the dark seaside.

Refrain

O sinner tossed on the turbid foam,
To Christ then come and His harbor home,
He waits just now on the peaceful shore,
To heal your wounds and your soul restore.

Just as He did there in Galilee,
He walks today by the foaming sea;
That He may heal all the sick and sore,
When roughly dashed on the friendly shore.

Refrain

He loves to walk where the wrecks wash in,
That long have tossed on the sea of sin;
Who call to Him with their failing breath,
To rescue them from the sea of death.

Refrain

"Sea Fever" by John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick, and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call which may not be denied.
And all I ask is a windy day with white clouds flying,
And flung spray and blown spume, and the seagulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way, and the whale's way, Where the wind's like a whetted knife.
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.