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!
A3 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, 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! "
