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Jesus, at thy command,
I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:
For thee 1 fain would all resign,
And sail to heav'n with thee and thine;
What though the seas are broad?
What though the waves are strong?
What though tempestuous storms
Distress me all along?
Yet what are seas or stormy wind,
Compared to Christ, the sinner's Friend?
Christ is my pilot wise;
My compass is his word;
My soul each storm defies.
While I have such a Lord!
I trust his faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
Though rocks and quicksands deep.
Through all my passage lie;
Yet thou wilt safely keep.
And guide me with thine eye:
My anchor, hope, shall firm abide.
And I each boiat'rous storm outride.
By faith I see the land,
The port of endlesa rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast.
Oh, may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!
Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms and winds subside;
Lord, to my succor fly,
And keep me near thy side:
For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow
A prosp'rous gale of grace,
To waft me from below,
To Heav'n, my destin'd place:
Then in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
---Alternative verses---
Jesus, at thy command
We launch into the deep,
And leave our native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:
For thee we would the world resign,
And still be found with thee and thine.
Thou art my Pilot wise;
My compass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies.
While I have such a Lord!
I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r,
To save me in the trying hour.
Though rocks and quicksands deep,
Through all our passage lie,
Yet thou will safely keep,
And guide us with thine eye;
With thee for ever by our side,
We shall each boisterous storm outride.
Whene’er becalmed we lie,
And all our storms subside,
Then to our succour fly,
And still in mercy guide:
For more the treacherous calm we dread,
Then tempests bursting o’er our head.
By faith we see the land
Where we shall find our home;
Let hope our sails expand,
And thou blessed Spirit come,
To bear us to that heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 32:8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 123 | | 1853 | # 270 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. JOHN (PARISH)
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 164 | C | | # 59 | C | | # 109 | C | | # 217 | C | | # 386 | C | | # 670 | D | | # 313 | D | | # 58 | D | | # 142 | D | | # 45 | D | | # 68 | D | | # 303 | Db | | # 595 | G | | # 354 | D | | # 294 | No key | | # 530 | No key | | # 8 | D |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 6 6 6 6 8 8 | | 6 6 6 6 8 8 | | 6 6 6 6 8 8 |
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