Sometimes, when my faith would falter
And no sunlight I can see,
I just lift mine eyes to Jesus
And whisper, "Pilot me."
"Fear thou not, for I'll be with thee;
I will still thy Pilot be.
Never mind the tossing billows;
Take My hand and trust in Me."
Often, when my soul is weary
And the days seem, oh, so long,
I just look up to my Pilot
And I hear this blessed song:
When temptations 'round me gather
And I almost lose my way,
Somehow, in the raging tempest,
I can hear my Saviour say,
When I come to Jordan's river
And its troubled waters see,
On the brink I'll see my Saviour
And I know He'll pilot me.