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.