Scripture Verse

He will be our guide even unto death. Psalm 48:14


Henry W. Frost (1858–1945)

Words: Hen­ry W. Frost, 1902. Pub­lished in his Pilg­rim Songs (New York: Gos­pel Pub­lish­ing House, 1908), pag­es 85–87.

Music: George C. Steb­bins, 1913. Ap­peared in Im­ma­nu­el’s Praise (New York: Flem­ing H. Re­vell, 1914), num­ber 112 (🔊 pdf nwc).

George C. Stebbins (1846–1945)


When I put out to sea,
Into eternity,
My Pilot will be there;
His hand will hold the helm—
Lest storms should overwhelm—
Till I shall reach the realm
Where lies my haven fair.

Tho’ darkness shroud the deep,
And billows toss and leap,
I shall not be afraid;
My Pilot knows the way
Across the sea’s highway,
Thro’ night, to that glad day
Where light will ne­ver fade.

And if, perchance, dread fear
Shall draw a moment near,
As storms around me roar;
Above the night wind’s sigh,
I’ll hear my Pilot cry:
Fear not, for I am nigh,
And I shall fear no more.

The darkness overpast,
I’ll reach my port at last,
And rest in haven calm;
Brought safely, sweetly through,
I’ll thank my Pilot true,
And oft my thanks renew,
In praise and triumph psalm.

And so I wait on shore,
My gaze fixed on before,
Across the dark’ning wave,
My Pilot of the sea
Will one day call for me—
Then I shall rea­dy be,
And trust His power to save!