241 Why those fears? Behold, 'tis Jesus

1 Why those fears? Behold, 'tis Jesus Holds the helm and guides the ship; Spread the sails, and catch the breezes Sent to waft us through the deep; To the regions Where the mourners cease to weep. 2 Though the shore we hope to land on Only by report is known, Yet we freely all abandon, Led by that report alone; And with Jesus Through the trackless deep move on. 3 Led by that, we brave the ocean; Led by that, the storms defy; Calm amidst tumultuous motion, Knowing that our Lord is nigh: Waves obey Him, And the storms before Him fly. 4 O what pleasures there await us: There the tempests cease to roar; There it is that those who hate us Can molest our peace no more; Trouble ceases On that tranquil happy shore.