Classic Poem

O Lord, bring me to shore in safety.
Trackless illusion's sea unfathomed, thereof I see no bound, no end.
Who else can guide my ship to safety but Thou alone, on whom I trust.
On every side is water, water: my ill desires no tongue can tell.
The stream is deep, the boat is crazy: bring me to shore, O Lord of grace.
In the mid-stream am I deserted, and bitter griefs my soul oppress.
Now is the time to aid, O Master, hold fast my arms and bear me up.
Who from the gulfs of desire will raise me, who set me on salvation's road?
Who will save the life of Mehar? Thou alone art my support.