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."