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. 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. Though rocks and quicksands deep Through all my passage lie; Yet Christ shall safely keep, And guide me with his eye; My anchor, hope, shall firm abide, And I each boisterous storm outride. By faith I see the land - The port of endless rest; My soul, thy sails expand, And fly to Jesus' breast! O may I reach the heavenly shore Where winds and waves distress no more. Whene'er becalmed I lie, And storms forbear to toss; Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh, Lest should I suffer loss; For more the treacherous calm I dread, Than tempests bursting o'er my head. Come, Holy Ghost, and blow A prosperous gale of grace; Waft me from all below To he...