1102    8.7.4.     T. Kelly
“It is I; be not afraid.” John 6. 20; Mark 6. 50

1 Why those fears? behold, ’tis Jesus
  Holds the helm, and guides the ship;
  Spread the sails, and catch the breezes,
  Sent to waft us through the deep,
  To the regions
  Where the mourners cease to weep.

2 Though the shore we hope to land on,
  Only by report is known,
  Yet we freely all abandon,
  Led by that report alone;
  And with Jesus
  Through the trackless deep move on.

3 Led by him we brave the ocean;
  Each tumultuous storm defy;
  Calm amidst tempestuous motion,
  Knowing that the Lord is nigh;
  Waves obey him,
  And the storms before him fly.

4 Rendered safe by his protection,
  We shall pass the watery waste;
  Trusting to his wise direction,
  We shall gain the port at last;
  And with wonder
  Think on toils and dangers past.