1049    L.M.     T. Kelly
“He bringeth them unto their desired haven.” Ps. 107. 30

1 The Christian navigates a sea
  Where various forms of death appear;
  Nor skill, alas! nor power has he,
  Aright his dangerous course to steer.

2 Why does he venture, then, from shore,
  And dare so many deaths to brave?
  Because the land affrights him more
  Than all the perils of the wave;

3 Because he hopes a port to find,
  Where all his toil will be repaid;
  And though unskilful, weak, and blind,
  Yet Jesus bids him nothing dread.

4 His destined land he sometimes sees,
  And thinks his toils will soon be o’er;
  Expects some favourable breeze
  Will waft him quickly to the shore.

5 But sudden clouds obstruct his view,
  And he enjoys the sight no more;
  Nor does he now believe it true
  That he had ever seen the shore.

6 Though fear his heart should overwhelm,
  He’ll reach the port for which he’s bound;
  For Jesus holds and guides the helm,
  And safety is where he is found.