Over life's tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal.
Chart and compass come from Thee:
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
As a mother stills her child,
You can hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will
When You say to them, "Be still!"
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on Your chest,
May I hear You say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."
I love it.
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