“O Pilot of our bark
What though the night be dark?
What though the tempest rave?
Thou still canst hear and save.
2.
“Tossed by the troubled sea,
O Lord, we cry to thee,
And through the murky night,
What figure meets our sight?
3.
“O Pilot of our bark
What though the night be dark?
What though the tempest rave?
Thou still canst hear and save.
2.
“Tossed by the troubled sea,
O Lord, we cry to thee,
And through the murky night,
What figure meets our sight?
3.