O’er a track­less sea I’m sail­ing,
Often tem­pest tossed,
With no star of hope to guide me while I stray;
But I find I have a friend,
Who will guide me to the end,
For my Sav­ior safe­ly pi­lots all the way.

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I shall rest in safe­ty o’er the har­bor bar,
And my pi­lot’s bless­èd face I’ll see;
All the storms of life shall then be safe­ly past,
Oh, what glo­ry that will be!

There are rocks of doubt be­fore me,
As I on­ward go,
And the bil­lows oft my fra­gile bark as­sail;
But no dan­ger will I fear,
Tho’ they may be hid­den near,
For my pi­lot at the helm can ne­ver fail.

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Oft the tem­pest, wild­ly beat­ing,
Fills my heart with fear,
As I seek to gain the har­bor bright and fair;
But there comes to me sweet peace,
All my doubt and fear shall cease,
For I know my pi­lot guides me safe­ly there.

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Storms may gather dark­ly round me,
And the tem­pest rage,
And the bea­con lights along the shore be dim;
Yet my heart will not dis­may,
I will wait the dawn­ing day,
While my pi­lot’s at the helm I’ll trust in Him.

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