Christ, Our Refuge

Dark is the watery way

Of life's tempestuous sea:

And none, Oh Christ, are safe, but they

Who put their trust in Thee,

Loud is the stormy wind;

The seamen are afraid;

But those shall strength and mercy find,

Whose souls on Christ are stayed.

The winds they do not fear,

Nor dread the thunder's noise;

The Savior's cheering voice they hear,

And evermore rejoice.

It  is our Savior's skill,

Our Savior's arm of might,

Which guides the tossing ship at will,

And puts our fears to flight.

Praise  to the Pilot's power,

Praise to the Pilot's hand,

That faithful most in danger's hour,

Shall bring us safe to land.

— American Cottage Life (1850).