Jesus, At Thy Command

1JESUS, 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.

2Thou 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.

3Though 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.

4Whence'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.

5Come, 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.