My Pilot (Frost)

When I put out to sea

Into eter­ni­ty

My pi­lot will be there;

His hand will hold the helm—

Lest storms should ov­er­whelm—

Till I shall reach the realm

Where lies my hav­en fair.

Tho’ dark­ness shroud the deep

And bil­lows toss and leap

I shall not be afraid;

My pi­lot knows the way

Across the sea’s high­way

Thro’ night

to that glad day

Where light will nev­er fade.

And if

per­chance

dread fear

Shall draw a mo­ment near

As storms around me roar;

Above the night wind’s sigh

I’ll hear my pi­lot cry:

Fear not

for I am nigh

And I shall fear no more.

The dark­ness ov­er­past

I’ll reach my port at last

And rest in hav­en calm;

Brought safe­ly

sweet­ly through

I’ll thank my pi­lot true

And oft my thanks re­new

In praise and tri­umph psalm.

And so I wait on shore

My gaze fixed on be­fore

Across the dark’n­ing wave

My pi­lot of the sea

Will one day call for me—

Then I shall rea­dy be

And trust His pow­er to save!