He got up, rebuked the wind, and said to the waves, Quiet! Be still!@Mark 4:39
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Ira B. Wilson (1880-1950)

Lizzie DeArmond, 1907.

Ira B. Wilson (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lizzie DeArmond (1847-1936)

We sail along toward the harbor light,
Over the great life sea;
The breakers roar and the waves dash high,
Who will our pilot be?

Refrain

The Christ will our pilot be,
A wonderful guide is He;
So we’ll sail, sail sail!
Christ will our pilot be.

We sail along in the morning bright,
Happy and glad are we;
But still we ask, as the rocks draw near,
Who will our pilot be?

Refrain

We sail along, there are shoals, they say,
Dangers from which to flee;
We face the storm with a heavy heart,
Who will our pilot be?

Refrain