Songs We Like to Sing
Published 1912
Edward Hopper, D.D. J. E. Gould
Over life's tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll
Hiding rocks and treach'rous shoal;
Chart and compass come from thee;
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist'rous waves obey thy will
When thou say'st to them, "Be still."
Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt my soul and peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on thy breast,
May I hear thee say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."
Amen.
© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman