Drifting on Life's stormy sea,
Tossed by raging wind and wave,
Jesus, me from shipwreck save,
Dearest Lord, my pilot be.
Thou canst calm the tumult wild,
Thou canst bid the raging cease,
Thou canst speak the word of peace;
Speak it, Lord, and save Thy child.
Once Thy guidance lost, I drift
On the rocks of bleak despair;
Ah! how many shipwrecked there,
Nevermore shall hope uplift.
Jesus! if Thou take the helm,
Safe to port my bark shall tend:
Those who trust Thee to the end,
Tempests never can o'erwhelm!