#79Jesus, At Thy Command

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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.
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Thou art my pilot–wise, My compass is thy Word; My soul each storm defies, While I have such a Lord: I'll trust thy faithfulness and power, To save me in the trying hour.
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Though rocks and quicksands deep, Thro' all my passage lie; Yet Christ will safely keep, And guard me with his eye; My anchor, hope, will firm abide, And every boisterous storm outride.
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Whence'er becalm'd I lie, And storms forbear to toss, Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh, Lest I should suffer loss. For more the treach'rous calm I dread, Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
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Come, Holy Ghost, and blow A prosperous gale of grace; Waft me from all below, To heaven my destin'd place; There in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world and sin behind.

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