1 The billows swell, the winds are high
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to thee I call,
My fears are great, my strength is small.

2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guide and guard me thro' the storm;
Defend me from each threat'ning ill,
Controul the waves; say, "Peace, be still."

3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My souls still hands her hope on thee!
Thy constant love, thy faithful care
Is all that saves me from despair.

4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name
Attend the follow'rs of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

5 Though tempest-tost, and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor storm main
Force back my shatter'd bark again.