THE GREAT PILOT by Nels Anderson

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Aug 2, 1899

THE GREAT PILOT.

By Nels Anderson

O God in heaven, pilot me, As when I was new-born, Across this trackless, bourneless sea, By storm and tempest torn.

Full well my ship Thou then didst guide, Past rock and treacherous shore, Till, boasting in my scornful pride, I sought Thine aid no more.

For then to me the gray-haired head Was but the sign of age; As when the morning's face burns red, ' Tis with the tempest's rage.

But now I know not whence to steer, ' No guiding star there is That, dancing, shines with hope and cheer Beyond this black abyss.

O then, my God, my vessel guide, For Thou alone canst show The haven where those vessels ride That pass this sea of wo.

NELS ANDERSON.

Fort Robinson, Neb.