Classic Poem

As I sail o'er life's wide ocean,
Speeding to eternity;
Christ, the One who never slumbers,
Will my trusty Pilot be.

Hidden rocks I'm not alarmed at,
Neither fear the bar of sand;
For I've given o'er the tiller,
To the Pilot's steady hand.

Then through sunshine, rain or tempest,
In the darkness or the day;
Though there be no track or pathway,
Yet the Pilot knows the way.

Are you drifting, surely drifting,
O'er life's wild and trackless sea?
Christ is calling o'er the billows,
He your Pilot wants to be.

If you'll listen to His pleading,
Though you see no port in sight;
He through simple faith will show you
Bright and clear, the harbor light.