My Pilot (Tullar)

O’er a track­less sea I’m sail­ing

Often tem­pest tossed

With no star of hope to guide me while I stray;

But I find I have a friend

Who will guide me to the end

For my Sav­ior safe­ly pi­lots all the way.

I shall rest in safe­ty o’er the har­bor bar

And my pi­lot’s bless­èd face I’ll see;

All the storms of life shall then be safe­ly past

Oh

what glo­ry that will be!

There are rocks of doubt be­fore me

As I on­ward go

And the bil­lows oft my fra­gile bark as­sail;

But no dan­ger will I fear

Tho’ they may be hid­den near

For my pi­lot at the helm can nev­er fail.

Oft the tem­pest

wild­ly beat­ing

Fills my heart with fear

As I seek to gain the har­bor bright and fair;

But there comes to me sweet peace

All my doubt and fear shall cease

For I know my pi­lot guides me safe­ly there.

Storms may gather dark­ly round me

And the tem­pest rage

And the bea­con lights along the shore be dim;

Yet my heart will not dis­may

I will wait the dawn­ing day

While my pi­lot’s at the helm I’ll trust in Him.

I shall rest in safe­ty o’er the har­bor bar

And my pi­lot’s bless­èd face I’ll see;

All the storms of life shall then be safe­ly past

Oh

what glo­ry that will be!

There are rocks of doubt be­fore me

As I on­ward go

And the bil­lows oft my fra­gile bark as­sail;

But no dan­ger will I fear

Tho’ they may be hid­den near

For my pi­lot at the helm can nev­er fail.

Oft the tem­pest

wild­ly beat­ing

Fills my heart with fear

As I seek to gain the har­bor bright and fair;

But there comes to me sweet peace

All my doubt and fear shall cease

For I know my pi­lot guides me safe­ly there.

Storms may gather dark­ly round me

And the tem­pest rage

And the bea­con lights along the shore be dim;

Yet my heart will not dis­may

I will wait the dawn­ing day

While my pi­lot’s at the helm I’ll trust in Him.