Jesus at the Helm

Verse 1

Frail is my bark, and stormy is the ocean; How can I hope to stem the rushing tide? How can I face the billows’ wild commotion? Dangers are theat’ning me on every side.

Chorus

With Jesus at the helm, I shall journey safely over, Though the storm is raging and the billows foam; With Jesus at the helm, I shall journey safely over, And find a refuge from the storm when Heav’n is my home.

Verse 2

Though weak my faith, there’s One whose love unfailing Will cast a brightness over sight so dim; His strength, for all my frailties still availing, Will make me feel the love I owe to Him.

Verse 3

Frail is my bark, but Jesus is beside me, E’en through the night I see His glorious form; With Him to cheer, to strengthen and to guide me, My soul will calmly brave the darkest storm.