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!