Poems (Procter)/The Star of the Sea
OW many a mighty ship The stormy waves o'erwhelmYet our frail bark floats on, Our Angel holds the helmDark storms are gathering round, And dangerous winds arise,Yet see! one trembling star Is shining in the skies;—And we are safe who trust in thee, Star of the Sea!
THE STAR OF THE SEA.
OW many a mighty ship The stormy waves o'erwhelmYet our frail bark floats on, Our Angel holds the helmDark storms are gathering round, And dangerous winds arise,Yet see! one trembling star Is shining in the skies;—And we are safe who trust in thee, Star of the Sea!A long and weary voyage Have we to reach our home,And dark and sunken rocks Are hid in silver foam;Each moment we may sink, But steadily we sail,Our wingèd Pilot smiles, And says we shall not fail:—And so we kneel and call on thee, Star of the Sea!
Yes, for those shining rays Shall beam upon the main,Shall guide us safely on, Through fear and doubt and pain:And see—the stormy wind Our little sail has caught,The tempest others fear Shall drive us into port:— Through Life's dark voyage we trust in thee, Star of the Sea!
The shore now looms in sight, The far-off golden strand,Yet many a freight is wrecked And lost in sight of land;Then guide us safely home, Through that last hour of strife,And welcome us to land, From the long voyage of life:—In death and life we call on thee, Star of the Sea!