O Piloto
Harpa Cristã
The Pilot
Guide, Christ, my ship
Over the turbulent sea
So enraged and evil
Wants to make it shipwreck
Come Jesus, oh! Come guide
My ship comes to pilot!
As a good mother knows
How to calm her child
Come, calm, thus, the sea
That rises up to the sky
Come Jesus, oh! Come guide
My ship comes to pilot!
If, upon entering the port
The sea becomes more enraged
May I delight
In hearing Jesus say
Enter, poor traveler
Into the rest of the Lord
