May Thy church our shel­ter be,
Ark in mer­cy built by Thee,
Refuge from the storms of life,
From the wear­ing toil and strife,
Hear us, we be­seech Thee.

When temp­ta­tions round us roll,
Threatening ship­wreck to the soul,
Grant us faith and ho­ly fear,
By Thy will our course to steer.
Hear us, we be­seech Thee.

Through the gloom of sor­row’s night,
Show Thy cheer­ing, guid­ing light;
Waft us home­ward, Lord, we pray,
Nearer Hea­ven, day by day.
Hear us, we be­seech Thee.

Bid the storms of pass­ion cease,
Bid the pow­er of love in­crease,
Bid each toss­ing doubt be still,
Bid us trust and do Thy will.
Hear us, we be­seech Thee.

Mark our course, and keep us true,
Till the ha­ven fair we view,
Grant us on that peace­ful shore
Home and friends for­ev­er­more.
Hear us, we be­seech Thee.

Where there is no night or sea,
May we praise and wor­ship Thee,
Glad be­cause we are at rest,
In Thy pre­sence with the blest.
Hear us, we be­seech Thee.