The Pilot of the Deep

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 17, 1909

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 36, No. 7.

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The Pilot of the Deep.

By Delwin Rees Buckner.
Sometimes the Rudder will not steer aright, And then my boat doth wander all about Far from Fair Havens on the Sea of Doubt Surrounded by the mist, and by the night. The frail boat rolls, as by the tempest tossed; No lighthouse warns me where the dangers lie; The sea-bird mocks me with his hoarse, shrill cry; Hope fails me, and I feel that I am lost. But lo, when shadows compass me around, When I am in the very vale of death, I think to call the Pilot of the Sea, Who vigil keeps where perils most abound; Who hears the sinking one's despairing cry, Just as He heard that one on Galilee.