Poetry.

Bible Treasury, Volume 3, 2nd Edition, March 1860.

(1st. Edition, March [03 1860 048])

Oh! that my bark were safe on shore,
Lodged in the port where Jesus is;
Where neither winds nor waters roar,
And all the tides are tides of bliss.

But while my floating bark shall ride
And beat on life's tempestuous sea,
My dang'rous course may Jesus guide,
May He my constant pilot be!

Though surges swell as mountains high —
Though death and dangers threaten me —
Though sleep may seem to close Thine eye,
Stay faithless fear from waking Thee.

On the dark wave may I behold
Thy Spirit form, my Lord Most High.
And with these words my heart enfold,
"Be not afraid; 'tis I! 'tis I!"

Thus have I found that blessed shore —
That port whose titles are only bliss;
And though the winds and waters roar,
Know Him, my pilot and my peace.