The Voyagers by Hazel Gregoire

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California, U. S. A. · Jul 8, 1930

The Voyagers

By Hazel Gregoire

HAZEL GREGOIRE

All of us alike are voyaging Through a dark and starless night, Silent, ever skyward watching For some guiding point of light.

Tired fishermen returning With their torn and broken net, Seek the harbor lights with yearning, Aching eyes that sleep forget.

Like those loved disciples, steering Homeward o’er a boisterous deep, Through the tempest we are peering, In the storm our vigils keep.

We, like Peter, careworn, weary, See Thy face above the tide, And like him would leap to meet Thee, Thinking but to reach Thy side.

Though like his our feet may falter When we mark the heaving sea, Sinking ’neath the surging water, We reach pleading hands to Thee.

And as Thou didst stoop to Peter, Tender still Thine arm to save, Other walks could not be sweeter Than with Thee upon the wave.

On life’s moving, changing ocean, Where by dangers oft beset, ’Mid its restless, ceaseless motion Thou art Lord and Saviour yet.

Thou art there in very fashion We perceive through fog and chill— Saviour, speak in Thy compassion, Bid life’s troubled sea be still.