He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed…and He guided them to their desired haven. Psalm 107:29–30
Adrift on the waters, so dark and so cold,
Afar from the beautiful city of gold,
A vessel is sinking,
For heavy the gale,
The cable is broken, and tattered each sail.
Poor child of the wreck, see the lifeboat is near,
A sweet voice is heard, for the Master is here;
He walks every billow, controls every wave,
’Tis Jesus, King Jesus,
the mighty to save.
Oh, I was the sinner alone on the sea,
But love’s blessèd signal were floating for me;
Though thunders were rolling,
And billows at strife,
Lo, Jesus was calling,
escape for thy life.
I stepped in the life boat, provided for me,
And Jesus my pilot, my captain to be;
His bosom my refuge,
haven of rest.
I’m rescued from shipwreck, so happy and blest.
Life’s turbulent surges are kissed into peace,
The beacons are shining, and songs never cease;
Fair moonbeams, bright sunshine,
Illumine the tide,
While onward to glory we’ll joyfully glide.