Our Father’s At The Helm

Our Father’s at the Helm
1795

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