Tossed upon life's raging billow

Verse 1

Tossed upon life's raging billow. Sweet it is, O Lord, to know Thou didst press a sailor's pillow. Thou canst feel a sailor's woe; Never slumb'ring, never sleeping. Tho' the night be dark and drear, Thou the faithful watch art keeping; "All is well," thy constant cheer.

Verse 2

Thou my heart the hope will cherish, While to thee I lift mine eye, Thou wilt save me o'er I perish, Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry; And the mast and sail be riven, Soon life's voyage will be o'er; Safely moored in heav'n's wide haven, Storm and temptest vex no more.