Jesus at thy command

Jesus at thy commandI launch into the deep;And leave my native land,Where sin lulls all asleep;For thee I would the world resign,And sail to heaven with thee and thine.

Thou art my Pilot, wise,My compass is thy word;My soul each storm defies,While I have such a Lord;I'll trust thy faithfulness and power,To save me in the trying hour.

Though rocks and quicksands deepThrough all my passage lie,Yet Christ will safely keep,And guard me with his eye;My anchor, hope, will firm abide,And every boisterous storm outride.

By faith I see the land,The port of endless rest;Through grace I hope to standAnd sing among the blest.O may I reach the heavenly shore,Where winds and waves distress no more.

Whene'er becalmed I lie,When wind and storm subside,Then to my succor fly,And keep me near thy side;For more the treacherous calm I dreadThan tempests bursting o'er my head.

Come, heavenly wind, and blowA prosperous gale of grace;Waft me from all below,To heaven, my destined place;There, in full sail, my port I'll find,And leave the world and sin behind.