The Christian's Spiritual Voyage

1 Jesus, at thy command,
I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep;
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine.

2 Thou art my pilot wise;
My compass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!
I trust thy faithfulness and power
To save me in the trying hour.

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie;
Yet Christ will safely keep,
And guide me with his eye;
My anchor, hope, shall firm abide,
And every boisterous storm outride.

4 By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesu's breast!
O may I reach the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!

5 Whene'er becalmed I lie,
And storms forbear to toss;
Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss:
For more the treacherous calm I dread,
Than tempest bursting o'er my head.

6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,
Waft me from all below,
To heaven my destined place!
Then in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803