1 I am not blessed with riches,
Am helpless as can be;
I'm sometimes void of shelter and of clothes;
I have this satisfaction
As I sail this stormy sea,
King Jesus is my Pilot,
Is He yours?
2 He's my water when I'm thirsty,
When hungry, He's my bread;
My protection from the stormy wind that blows;
My comfort when I'm lonely,
When other friends have fled;
This Friend will never leave you,
Is He hours?
3 You may be poor and helpless,
You may be old and gray;
Like Job, from head to foot be full of sores;
Just take your case to Jesus,
And your night will turn to day;
He's my joy, my hope, my comfort,
Is He yours?
4 He satisfied my mother
When death came stealing on.
She used to say when e'er my eyelids close,
"My Jesus will be with me,
And take me safely home;
For years He's been my Doctor,
Is He yours?"
Lucie Eddie Campbell, April 30, 1885–January 3, 1963, one of nine children born to parents who were slaves in Mississippi. She moved to Memphis with her mother after her father died when she was two years old. Became first Music Director of newly formed Education arm for the new National Baptist Convention formed in 1916 in Memphis. In 1919 at a NBC convention in Atlantic City, Campbell introduced a young, blind singer, Connie Rosemond, who electrified the delegates with his rendition of Campbell’s first gospel hymn, “Something Within.”
Campbell met Rosemond on the famous Beale St in Memphis. She heard a man betting $10 that he could make the blind youngster “get down in the alley” an expression for singing the blues. Th… Go to person page >