Fair winds,
rough seas
For none are
promised a life of ease
Dark clouds,
a nor’east gale
Rising
waves, tattered sail
O Lord you
tread the raging sea
Stretch forth
your hand and beckon me
For with a
Word all would be still
The waves
and sea obey Thy will
I cannot see
beyond my hand
I may not
always understand
But this I
know, O King of Kings
You are the
Lord of everything
I find that
in the valley of death
You are my
very life and breath
Fair winds,
rough seas
Lord
whichever You please
