S. R. himself is the author of this song--
Afar on the ocean, one dark and cold night, A little boat sailed without star or moon-light; The roar of the wind and the rush of the wave That night even frightened the heart of the brave. | The child of the captain was free from alarm, All happy and merry he dreaded no harm:-- 'In spite of the wild waves what is there to fear? We are sure to reach home--for my father doth steer.' | Oh, dear child of heaven, what makes thee afraid? When high seas are raging be thou not dismayed When wildest and blackest the great depths appear, Thy life is still safe--for thy Father doth steer. | 139 Rejoicing eternal for thee is at hand; Thy loved ones are waiting on yonder fair strand: Thy home is the mansion that shineth so clear, And Canaan is nearing--thy Father doth steer. | Then spread forth thy sails to the favouring breeze, The bosom of Jesus will soon give thee ease: Thine anchor is safe, and thy Captain is here, Thy boat's in the haven--thy Father doth steer. | |