When I can't hold on much longer to a rope, weathered and frayed,
When I can't find hope and I'm losing faith...

The saviour reaches in to still the howling wind, to calm the storm within,
To rescue me, to rescue me.

When I think I might surrender to the vengeance of the tide,
When I'm lost in sin and I don't see light...

The saviour reaches low, under the torrid flow, to save my sinking soul and rescue me,
The saviour calls my name when I feel most ashamed,
He comes to take the blame and rescue me,
To rescue me, to rescue me.