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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 16, 1861

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 18, No. 7.

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OUR PILOT.

A PILOT walketh on the sea, And though my bark is riven, Yet he will my deliverer be, He'll guide me to the haven.
I heard his voice, I knew his tones, And he said, "Follow me, I've seen thy tears, I've heard thy groans, I'll guide thee o'er the sea."
By faith his promise I embraced, And heeded his sweet voice; And then such pleasures did I taste, As made my heart rejoice.
Now when the storm clouds thickly lower, And winds and waves are high, He'll not forsake me e'en an hour, For he is ever nigh.
I know not when will be the day, That I shall reach the shore; But Jesus has marked out the way, For he passed on before.
The rocks, and shoals, and dangers all, He teaches us to shun, And in his strength we ne'er shall fall, Who have this course begun. C. M. S.