Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me
Over Life’s Tempestuous Sea;
Unknown Waves Before Me Roll,
Hiding Rock And Treacherous Shoal.
Chart And Compass Came From Thee;
Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me.

As A Mother Stills Her Child,
Thou Canst Hush The Ocean Wild;
Boisterous Waves Obey Thy Will
When Thou Say’st To Them, “Be Still!”
Wondrous Sovereign Of The Sea,
Jesus, Savior, 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.”

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