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Gentle angels, pilot me

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1 Gentle Angels, pilot me
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and trach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass came from thee,
Gentle Angels, pilot me.

2 As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey thy will,
When thou sayest, “Peace, be still;”
Psychic sov’reigns of the sea,
Gentle Angels, pilot me.

3 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.”

Source: Songs of Summerland #38

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First Line: Gentle angels, pilot me
Copyright: Public Domain



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