GRH 495 Jesus, Saviour, Pilot me

(1)
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass came from Thee:
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.

(2)
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.

(3)
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
‘Twist me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
‘Fear not, I will pilot thee.’