If on a quiet sea
T'ward home I calmly sail,
With grateful heart, O God, to thee
I'll own the fav'ring gale.
But when the surges rise,
And rest delay to come,
Blest be the tempest, kind the storm,
Which drives me nearer home.
Soon shall the waves and storms
All yield to thy control;
Thy love will banish all alarms
And darkness from My soul.
Teach me, in ev'ry state,
To make thy will my own;
And while the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.