202. Jesus, Savour, Pilot Me

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal;
Chart and compass come from Thee;
Jesus Saviour pilot me.

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 Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus Saviour pilot me

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.”