“He bringeth them unto their desired haven.” Ps. 107. 30
H. Fowler 8.7.4.
Jesus, o’er the billows steer me,
Be my Pilot in each storm;
Hold me fast and keep me near thee,
For thou know’st I’m but a worm;
What concerns me,
By thy power and love perform.
Soon the tempest will be over,
To our destined port we sail;
Jesus, our eternal Lover,
Says his word shall never fail.
Storms shall never
Reach us more within the vail.
In the midst of tribulation,
Oft we cast a wishful eye
To our future habitation,
And by faith the shore espy;
We shall mount to dwell on high.
With what raptures he’ll embrace us,
Wipe away each falling tear!
Near himself for ever place us,
And with love our bosoms cheer;
We shall with the Lamb appear!