I Am Sailing Afar On The Ocean Of Life,
In My Bark That Is Slender And Frail ;
But I Know Not A Fear With My Pilot To Steer,
And In Safety I Meet Every Gale.

Jesus Is My Pilot,
The Pilot Of My Soul ;
I Will Ever Trust Him,
Though Surging Billows Roll.

I Am Tossed On The Waves, To The Deeps I Am Borne,
But My Pilot Is Strong At The Helm ;
In His Love I Abide, In His Promise Confide,
And The Wild Waters Never Overwhelm.

When The Harbour Appears, And My Voyage Is Done,
And The Storms Never Come To Me More ;
Oh, What Joy It Will Be All My Loved Ones To See,
When We Meet On Eternity’s Shore.