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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

The Pilot

“O PILOT! ’tis a fearful night,

There’s danger on the deep,

I’ll come and pace the deck with thee,

I do not dare to sleep.”

“Go down!” the sailor cried, “go down,

This is no place for thee;

Fear not! but trust in Providence,

Wherever thou mayst be.”

“Ah! pilot, dangers often met

We all are apt to slight,

And thou hast known these raging waves,

But to subdue their might.”

“It is not apathy,” he cried,

“That gives this strength to me:

Fear not! but trust in Providence,

Wherever thou mayst be.

“On such a night the sea engulf’d

My father’s lifeless form;

My only brother’s boat went down

In just so wild a storm;

And such, perhaps, may be my fate,—

But still I say to thee,

Fear not! but trust in Providence,

Wherever thou mayst be.”