1 I am not blessed with riches,
Am helpless as can be;
I'm sometimes void of shelter and of clothes;
I have this satisfaction
As I sail this stormy sea,
King Jesus is my Pilot,
Is He yours?
2 He's my water when I'm thirsty,
When hungry, He's my bread;
My protection from the stormy wind that blows;
My comfort when I'm lonely,
When other friends have fled;
This Friend will never leave you,
Is He hours?
3 You may be poor and helpless,
You may be old and gray;
Like Job, from head to foot be full of sores;
Just take your case to Jesus,
And your night will turn to day;
He's my joy, my hope, my comfort,
Is He yours?
4 He satisfied my mother
When death came stealing on.
She used to say when e'er my eyelids close,
"My Jesus will be with me,
And take me safely home;
For years He's been my Doctor,
Is He yours?"
Source: The New National Baptist Hymnal (21st Century Edition) #379