If on a quiet sea we sail
And look on heav’nly light
May our soul rest and find due course
As a bird on wing take flight.
If on a stormy sea we sail
The tempests’ vicious land
May our eyes look upward heaven bound
And our fingers find His hand
If on a dancing sea we sail
The birds and beasts comply
May we set our dancing hearts above
And on Him freely rely
If on a righteous sea we sail
Upon a crimson hand
There is no land that calls us more
Than where my Jesus stands.
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