551 - Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me

Jesus, Savior, pilot me
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.

2
As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will,
When thou sayest to them, "Be still!"
Wondrous sovreign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

3
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on thy breast,
May I hear thee say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."