On the rocky coast of Scotland, in a little village there,
There dwelt a man of honour, serving God without a care,
But he was not a man of honour, but a humble fisherman,
Working hard to earn his living, his name was Andrew Davidson.

He was the master of a vessel, and he claimed her as his own.
She was fitted with all was needed; she was called the Rose in June,
And with eager expectation he was waiting for the day
When the time would come for fishing and the boats would sail away.

Now, Andrew had been lately married, and before he left his home,
Andrew and his wife together knelt in prayer before the Throne,
Asking God for His protection on his wife while he was gone,
Praying nothing would befall her, not a danger nor a harm.

And his wife was kneeling by him, and she heard his fervent prayer
Asking God for her protection, not a word of that for his,
And her heart did sink within her as she rose from her bended knee,
Thinking on those terrible dangers and those perils of the sea!

Now when the Summer winds blew softly herrin' fishing season came.
Andrew Davis was preparing, herrin' fishing was his game.
Andrew Davis was preparing with his crew to go to sea,
Not thinking t'would be his last time evermore his friends to see.

And all night long that storm was raging and those angry billows roared,
Many a vessel was tossed and driven all along that rocky shore.
Their crews were clinging to them, all seamen strong and brave,
Praying that the Lord would save them from a seaman's watery grave.

And all along the coast, next morning, anxious eyes did watch and wait,
The children of those absent seamen, still returning ships were seen.
And one by one, those vessels sailed in, till morning until noon,
Till all were safely anchored, all but one, the Rose in June.

Whom the seas turned bottom upwards, dashed against that rocky shore.
Her crew was clinging to her, thinking the storm would soon be o'er.
Andrew Davis our captain, in that time of sudden fear,
Called on Jesus Christ the Savior, and he bowed his head in prayer.

Sayin' come on and sing God's praises, and at last they all begun.
Dearest Jesus, I am dying, what a comfort divine,
What a comfort to know that the Savior is mine.
Hallelujah, send the Glory, Hallelujah, amen,
Hallelujah, send the Glory to revive us again.

But these words were scarcely ended when the out-wave struck our side.
Tore our captain from his holdings, and he sank beneath the tide,
Gone to join those friends and shipmates in that heavenly home,
Welcomed by his lovin' Savior singing praise forevermore.

And John Allen was our young mate, and he knew he was forgiven.
Let us keep on with our singing, our captain is in Heaven,
And they sang so loud and trialled, till they came to this last verse:
Slowly onward we haste to the heavenly place,
For this is the glory and this is the grace.
Hallelujah, send the Glory, Hallelujah, amen,
Hallelujah, send the Glory to revive us again.

But these words were scarcely ended when the out-wave burst around.
Tore our young mate from his holdings and his body too was drowned.
Going to join those friends and shipmates on that heavenly shore,
Welcomed by his lovin' Savior singing praise forevermore.

And the rest of the crew was rescued, but they'll ne'er forget the scene,
In that hour and that moment when that song they tried to sing,
Oh! Were no sermons ever preached or experience ever known,
Like the power and that moment, that hour of sudden doom!

So sinners, give your souls to Jesus, it can never be too soon.
If in heaven you meet the captain, meet the crew of the Rose in June.
Oh, sinners, give your souls to Jesus, it can never be too soon.
If in heaven you meet the captain, meet the crew of the Rose in June.