7s. M.
C. Wesley.
Lord! whom winds and seas obey,
Guide us through the watery way;
In the hollow of Thy hand,
Hide and bring us safe to land.
Father, let our faithful mind
Rest, on Thee alone reclined:
Every anxious thought repress,
Keep our souls in perfect peace.
Keep the friends whom now we leave;
Bid them to each other cleave;
Bid them walk on life’s rough sea,
Bid them come, by faith, to Thee.
Save, till all these tempests end,
All who on Thy love depend;
Waft our happy spirits o’er;
Land us on the heavenly shore.
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