LIX. Jesus at thy command

1 Jesus, at thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep;
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to Heaven with thee and thine.

2 Thou art my pilot— wise,
My compass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord:
I'll trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.

3 The rocks and quicksands deep,
Thro' all my passage lie;
Yet Christ will safely keep,
And guide me with his eye:
My anchor, Hope, shall firm abide,
And ev'ry boisterous storm outride.

4 By faith, I see the land—
The port of endless rest:
My soul thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesu's breast;
O may I gain the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more.

5 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace:
Waft me from all below,
To Heaven, my destin'd place;
Then in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.

6 Jesus, at thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all to sleep;
For thee I would my all resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine.

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First Line: Jesus at thy command
Language: English
Publication Date: 1801
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