When clouds of error gather 'round,
And dim seems Truth's fair light,
When thou art drifting aimlessly
Without a port in sight,
Be calm, the Father's at the helm,
A trustful pilot he,
His hand is guiding thy frail bark
Into a peaceful sea.
Though doubts assail and fears oppress,
Be calm, the Father's near,
His "Fear thou not," and "Peace be still!"
Thy listening soul shall hear.
And thoughts of Life, and Truth, and Love,
Thy hungry heart shall fill,
And thou shalt anchor safe at last.
God's at the helm. Be still!
