Jesus, o'er the billows steer me

Author: Henry Fowler
Published in 1 hymnal

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1 Jesus, o’er the billows steer me,
Be my Pilot in each storm;
Hold me fast and keep me near thee,
For thou know’st I’m but a worm;
What concerns me,
By thy power and love perform.

2 Soon the tempest will be over,
To our destined port we sail;
Jesus, our eternal Lover,
Says his word shall never fail.
Storms shall never
Reach us more within the vail.

3 In the midst of tribulation,
Oft we cast a wishful eye
To our future habitation,
And by faith the shore espy;
Blest assurance!
We shall mount to dwell on high.

4 With what raptures he’ll embrace us,
Wipe away each falling tear!
Near himself for ever place us,
And with love our bosoms cheer;
Hallelujah!
We shall with the Lamb appear!

Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #769

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Author: Henry Fowler

Henry Fowler, hymn-writer, was born at Yealmpton, Devonshire, 11 Dec, 1779. In early life he followed some trade, but occasionally preached in independent meeting-houses in Devonshire and in Bristol. At length in October 1813, he 'received a call' to Birmingham, where he continued until the end of 1819. Ultimately he settled in London, becoming in July 1820 minister of Goer Street Chapel. He died 16 Dec 1838, and was buried on Christmas day morning at the New Bunhill Fields burying-ground at Islington. It has been said that his own frame of mind seemed, in general, rather gloomy; certainly his autobiography, which he called 'Travels in the Wilderness,' (London, 1839) is not cheerful reading In addition to this and numerous religious tracts… Go to person page >

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