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 guard and guide me through 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-tost and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek; Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shattered bark again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON A DEATH SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR I'M SADDEST WHEN I SING by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY LORD FINCHLEY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE DAIRYMAIDS TO PAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |