The Christian's Spiritual Voyage

Jesus at thy command

I 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 in 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 rock and quicksands deep

Through all 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 stand

And 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 dread

Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

Come, heavenly wind, and blow

A 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.