1 If, through unruffled seas,
Calmly toward heaven we sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee,
We'll own the favoring gale,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee,
We'll own the favoring gale.

2 But should the surges rise,
And rest delay to come,
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.

3 Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control;
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

4 Teach us in every state,
To make thy will our own,
And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.