Dear Savior, stretch Thy loving arms Above the stormy sea, Where, tossed ???mid dark and angry waves, The mariner calls to Thee. Upon that fierce and angry main My poor weak bark doth ride, O what am I ???mid such strong foes Without Thee by my side? O as Thou didst on Galilee The waters calm at will, When torrents raised by evil breath The sinking ship did fill: So now in my storm shaken soul Awake with strength divine, And whisper ???peace??? to warring winds, And let Thy glory shine. Be Thou my Pilot through the mists And storms that darkly rise, As o???er life???s vast and dangerous sea My frail bark lightly flies. With Thee my soul securely rests From evil???s blight restored; And isles of green and fragrant seas Bring peace and sweet reward.