769    8.7.4.     Henry Fowler
“He bringeth them unto their desired haven.” Ps. 107. 30

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!