294    148th     R. De Courcy
The Christian’s Spiritual Voyage. Ps. 107. 23-28

1 Jesus, at thy command
  I launch into the deep;
  And leave my native land,
  Where sin lulls all asleep;
  For thee I would the world resign,
  And sail to heaven with thee and thine.

2 Thou art my Pilot wise;
  My compass is thy word;
  My soul each storm defies,
  While I have such a Lord;
  I trust thy faithfulness and power,
  To save me in the trying hour.

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep
  Through all my passage lie;
  Yet Christ will safely keep,
  And guide me with his eye;
  My anchor, hope, shall firm abide,
  And I each boisterous storm outride.

4 By faith I see the land –
  The port of endless rest;
  My soul, thy sails expand,
  And fly to Jesus’ breast!
  O may I reach the heavenly shore
  Where winds and waves distress no more.

5 [Whene’er becalmed I lie;
  And storms forbear to toss;
  Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh,
  Lest I should suffer loss;
  For more the treacherous calm I dread,
  Than tempests bursting o’er my head.]

6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow
  A prosperous gale of grace;
  Waft me from all below
  To heaven, my destined place,
  Then, in full sail, my port I’ll find,
  And leave the world and sin behind.