Hold to the Helm
Hold to the helm, sailor, when the skies are clear,
Hold to the helm, sailor, when the skies are clear,Hold more firmly when the storms appear;Begin the watch ere you leave the shores of youth,And always keep hold of the helm of truth.
Hold to the helm, hold to the helm,Hold to the guiding helm of truth;Hold to the helm on the sunny seas of youth,And all through the voyage let us hold to the truth.
Thousands have launched on the changeful sea of lifeWho have perished in the awful strife;Thousands to-day flaunt a broad profession sail,But where is the helm for the fearful gale?
Greater the danger, the broader flies the sail,Trusting this alone, you're sure to fail;Signal the life-boat before the waves o'erwhelm,And ask for the Bible, the guiding helm.