Jesus, Saviour, pilot me
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Jesus, Saviour, pilot meOver life's tempestuous sea;Unknown waves before me roll,Hiding rock and treacherous shoal;Chart and compass came from thee;Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
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When the apostles' fragile barkStruggled with the billows darkOn the stormy Galilee,Thou didst walk upon the sea;And when they beheld thy form,Safe they glided through the storm.
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When at last I near the shore,And the fearful breakers roar'Tween me and the peaceful rest,Then, while leaning on thy breast,May I hear thee say to me,"Fear not, I will pilot thee."