1 O sailor, on life’s troubled sea,
Why should you fear the storm?
The shore’s in view where you will be
Safe from all dread alarm.
Then never fear the billows’ roar,
Nor danger ever feel;
You’ll safely reach the golden shore,
Your pilot’s at the wheel.
2 O sailor, trust your all to him,
Nor heed the robbing wave;
Look up, tho’ skies be dark and dim,
And trust the Lord to save. [Refrain]
3 O sailor, see your shining light,
The port is drawing near;
And loved ones robed in purest white
Await your coming there. [Refrain]
|First Line:||O sailor, on life’s troubled sea|
|Title:||Your Pilot's at the Wheel|
|Refrain First Line:||Then never fear the billows’ roar|