Dear Sav­ior, stretch Thy lov­ing arms
Above the stor­my sea,
Where, tossed ’mid dark and ang­ry waves,
The ma­rin­er calls to Thee.
Upon that fierce and ang­ry main
My poor weak bark doth ride,
O what am I ’mid such strong foes
Without Thee by my side?

O as Thou didst on Ga­li­lee
The wa­ters calm at will,
When tor­rents raised by ev­il breath
The sink­ing ship did fill:
So now in my storm shak­en soul
Awake with strength di­vine,
And whisper peace to war­ring winds,
And let Thy glo­ry shine.

Be Thou my pi­lot through the mists
And storms that dark­ly rise,
As o’er life’s vast and dan­ger­ous sea
My frail bark light­ly flies.
With Thee my soul se­cure­ly rests
From ev­il’s blight re­stored;
And isles of green and frag­rant seas
Bring peace and sweet re­ward.