Oh! for a breeze of heav'nly love
To waft my soul away
To that celestial world above
Where pleasures ne'er decay.
Eternal Spirit, deign to be
My Pilot here below,
To steer thru life's tempest'ous sea
Where stormy winds do blow.

I need the influence of Thy grace
To speed me on my way.
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.
Are not Thy mercies sov'reign still,
And Thou a faithful God?
Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heav'nly road?

From rocks of pride on either hand,
From quicksands of despair,
Oh, guide me safe on Canaan's land,
Thru ev'ry latent snare.
Anchor me in that port above
On that celestial shore,
Where dashing billows never move,
Where tempests never roar.