In viewing the tempest with terror oppressed?
The dark depths are roaring, but yield not to fear,
Thy vessel is safe, for thy Father doth steer.
Soon, soon endless joy shall encompass thy brow,
Thy friends on the shore are awaiting thee now:
Unfurl every sail, see the bright morn appear,
And Canaan is nigh, and thy Father doth steer.
Unfurl every sail, for the favouring breeze
Is urging thee on to the haven of peace:
Thine anchor is safe—thou to Jesus art dear: