Dear Savior, Stretch Thy Loving Arms

Dear Savior, stretch Thy loving arms

Above the stormy sea,

Where, tossed 'mid dark and angry waves,

The mariner calls to Thee.

Upon that fierce and angry main

My poor weak bark doth ride,

O what am I 'mid such strong foes

Without Thee by my side?

O as Thou didst on Galilee

The waters calm at will,

When torrents raised by evil breath

The sinking ship did fill:

So now in my storm shaken soul

Awake with strength divine,

And whisper ‘peace' to warring winds,

And let Thy glory shine.

Be Thou my Pilot through the mists

And storms that darkly rise,

As o'er life's vast and dangerous sea

My frail bark lightly flies.

With Thee my soul securely rests

From evil's blight restored;

And isles of green and fragrant seas

Bring peace and sweet reward.