William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Pilot“O
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.”
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.
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.”