It is well

Jesus Savior, pilot me over life's tempestous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll, hiding rock and treacherous shoal;
Chart and compass came from Thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will,
when Thou say'st to them "Be still!"
Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
When at last I near the shore and the fearful breakers roar,
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest;
then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."