The Christian Navigates A Sea


The christian navigates a sea
Where various forms of death appear;
Nor skill, alas! nor power has he,
Aright his dangerous course to steer.

Sometimes there lies a treacherous rock
Beneath the surface of the wave!
He strikes, but yet survives the shock,
For Jesus is at hand to save.

But hark, the midnight tempest roars!
He seems forsaken and alone:
But Jesus, whom he then implores,
Unseen preserves and leads him on.

On the smooth surface of the deep,
Without a fear he sometimes lies:
The danger then is lest he sleep,
And ruin seize him by surprise.

His destin’d land he sometimes sees,
And thinks his toils will soon be o’er;
Expects some favourable breeze
Will waft him quickly to the shore.

But sudden clouds obstruct his view,
And he enjoys the sight no more;
Nor does he now believe it true,
That he had even seen the shore.

Though fear his heart should overwhelm,
He’ll reach the port for which he’s bound;
For Jesus holds and guides the helm,
And safety is where he is found.