1 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.
2 As a mother stills her child,
thou canst hush the ocean wild;
boisterous waves obey thy will
when thou biddest to them "Be still."
Wondrous sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
3 When at last I near the shore,
and the fearful breakers roar
'twixt me and the peaceful land,
still supported by thy hand,
may I hear thee say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."