Our Father’s at the Helm

Our Father’s at the Helm
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Our Father’s Teren the howling winds may blow,
And besventur vesas to a for Our Father’s at the helm.
Though Irine to with close reefed natis,
While beate the farious pale,
Our chudike fatth will never fail.
Our Father at the heim Vatinera at the Father’s at the helm.

Though wuntains in hure mountaine vise.
And toss outward in the skies
While many awa quite es un flies,
Our Father’s st the hem
Cur Pather’s at the helm,
Our Father’est the helm.

Though down we plutite deen to the wave.
All threatened with a waters s
It cheers o hearts that led
Our Fathers at the helm
Our Father’ at the helm.
Our Father’s at the helm.

Should tempesta rage from day to day.
And aweep our towering masla sway.
We’ll quiet eit and smiling sy
Our Father’s at the helm,
Our Father’s at the helm.
Our Father’s at the helm.

Let wicked men and devils fear.
While viewing death and jucament near,
The chilst can sing without a fear:
Our Father’s at the helm.
Our Father’s at the helm,
Our Father’s at the helm.

Oh, blessed consolation given
To saints while s’er life’s ocean driven,
To guide their hark and bring to heave
Their Father’s at the helm.
Their Father’s at the helm.
Their Father’s at the helm.

Then let us join qur cheerful songs,
This stormy voyage will not be long.
But soon we’ll join the ransomed throng.
For Father’s at the helm.
For Father’s at the helm.
For Father’s at the helm.