Dear Savior, Stretch Thy Loving Arms

Dear Sav­ior

stretch Thy lov­ing arms

Above the stor­my sea

Where

tossed ’mid dark and ang­ry waves

The ma­rin­er calls to Thee.

Upon that fierce and ang­ry main

My poor weak bark doth ride

O what am I ’mid such strong foes

Without Thee by my side?

O as Thou didst on Ga­li­lee

The wa­ters calm at will

When tor­rents raised by ev­il breath

The sink­ing ship did fill:

So now in my storm shak­en soul

Awake with strength di­vine

And whis­per peace to war­ring winds

And let Thy glo­ry shine.

Be Thou my pi­lot through the mists

And storms that dark­ly rise

As o’er life’s vast and dan­ger­ous sea

My frail bark light­ly flies.

With Thee my soul se­cure­ly rests

From ev­il’s blight re­stored;

And isles of green and frag­rant seas

Bring peace and sweet re­ward.