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THE GOOD CAPTAIN

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 9, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 32.

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THE GOOD CAPTAIN.

By Pauline S. Fife

At rest in the quiet harbor, A ship at anchor lay, While o'er the peaceful landscape Came down the twilight gray.
"Now," said her gallant captain, "All storm and toil is past; My gems and precious spices Are safe in port at last.
"Ah, fearful was the voyage! These waters now so mild Seemed then possessed by demons, And voices strange and wild.
"So stormy were the heavens, So black the angry sea, My men in fear and anguish Forgot to trust in me.
"But, O, I built that vessel— I shaped her iron frame; And more than that, I trusted In great Jehovah's name!"
O soul, fear not the surges Of life's unresting sea! Nor angry winds and tempests— Thy Captain guideth thee!
Did He who sent thee sailing Upon the sea of life, Not know these very tempests Would be about thee rife?
There's not a depth can hide thee From the eternal care Of Him who forms the tempest And binds the very air.
O, trust in God, my brother; He ever doeth best. Sometime in heaven's harbor Thou, too, shalt take thy rest.
Oakland, Cal. PAULINE S. FIFE.