I feel the winds of God to­day;
Today my sail I lift,
Though hea­vy, oft with drench­ing spray,
And torn with ma­ny a rift;
If hope but light the wa­ter’s crest,
And Christ my bark will use,
I’ll seek the seas at His be­hest,
And brave ano­ther cruise.

It is the wind of God that dries my
Vain re­gret­ful tears,
Until with brav­er thoughts shall rise
The pur­er, bright­er years;
If cast on shores of self­ish ease
Or pleasure I should be;
Lord, let me feel Thy fresh­en­ing breeze,
And I’ll put back to sea.

If ev­er I for­get Thy love
And how that love was shown,
Lift high the blood red flag above;
It bears Thy name alone.
Great pilot of my on­ward way,
Thou wilt not let me drift;
I feel the winds of God to­day,
Today my sail I lift.