The Pilot of Galilee

Out on life’s ocean with per­ils ev­er nigh

I have a pi­lot on whom I can rely;

With Him to guide me

life’s storms I can de­fy

’Tis Christ of Ga­li­lee.

He is my pi­lot on life’s stor­my sea

This won­drous man of Ga­li­lee;

I’m safe in His keep­ing

Tho’ storms are round me sweep­ing

This pi­lot of Ga­li­lee.

Wondrous His pow­er and match­less is His skill

Billows and tem­pests ob­ey His sov­er­eign will.

Hushed in­to si­lence at His blest Peace

be still

This man of Ga­li­lee.

Fierce was the tem­pest once rag­ing in my soul

When of my bark He

my pi­lot

took con­trol.

With voice com­mand­ing above the thun­der’s roll

This man of Ga­li­lee.

Hear it

ye storm-tossed

up­on the sea of sin

Why will ye not take the heav’n­ly pi­lot in?

Safely He’ll guide you the hav­en blest to win

This man of Ga­li­lee.