The Billows Swell

The bil­lows swell

the winds are high

Clouds ov­er­cast my win­try sky;

Out of the depths to Thee I call

My fears are great

my strength is small.

O Lord

the pi­lot’s part per­form

And guide and guard me thro’ the storm;

Defend me from each threat­en­ing ill

Control the waves

say

Peace

be still.

Amidst the roar­ing of the sea

My soul still hangs her hope on Thee;

Thy con­stant love

Thy faith­ful care

Is all that saves me from des­pair.

Dangers of ev­ery shape and name

Attend the fol­low­ers of the Lamb

Who leave the world’s de­ceit­ful shore

And leave it to re­turn no more.

Though tem­pest tossed and half a wreck

My Sav­ior through the floods I seek;

Let neither winds nor stor­my main

Force back my shat­tered bark again.