Jesus, Saviour, pilot me Over life’s tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treacherous shoal; Chart and compass come from Thee; Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 2 As a mother still her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boisterous waves obey Thy will, When Thou say’st to them, Be still! Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 3 When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar4 Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then while leaning on Thy breast May I hear you say to me Feat not, I will pilot thee.