Guide Us, Pilot, to the Harbor

Our frail bark is on the ocean

By the tem­pest wild­ly tossed;

Savior

calm the trou­bled wa­ters

Ere we are for­ev­er lost.

Oh

the storm! the wild

dark storm!

See the light­house on the strand;

Guide us

Pi­lot

to the har­bor

Safe into Im­ma­nu­el’s land.

Hear the break­ers of temp­ta­tion

Hear their sull­en

an­gry roar;

Save us

guide us

and pro­tect us

Bring us to that bliss­ful shore.

Help us

Lord to find the moor­ing

That shall hold our ves­sel fast;

Anchored to the Rock of Ag­es

We are safe from sin at last.