HYMN NO. 625

1 O Lord, be with us when we sail
Upon the lonely deep,
Our Guard when on the silent deck
The midnight watch we keep.

2 We need not fear, though all around
'Mid rising winds we hear
The multitude of waters surge,
For Thou, O God, art near.

3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm
That pass from land to land,
All, all are Thine, are held within
The hollow of Thy hand.

4 As when on blue Gennesaret, Rose high the angry wave, And Thy disciples quailed in dread, One word of Thine could save.

5 So when the fiercer storms arise, From man’s unbridled will, Be Thou, Lord, present in our hearts, To whisper, Peace, be still.

6 Across this troubled tide of life
Thyself our Pilot be
Until we reach that better land,
The land that knows no sea.

7 To Thee the Father, Thee the Son,
Whom earth and sky adore,
And Spirit, moving o’er the deep,
Be praise for evermore.