The Man at the Helm

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The Man at the Helm a a cel cbr atipnof President Joseph F. Smith's x- '

?? ?«tt anniversary, Nov. 13, 1914, at the Brigham Young University, Provo.) ,

Our big white Ship is sailing Across Life's mystic sea; "lis headed for the harbor Of "God's Eternity." The name above its rudder Gleams like a beacon light; "The Gospel!" How it beckons To ships lost in the night. Our big white Ship was builded With room on deck for all. 'Tis sending forth its life-boats, Each manned with men who call, "Ahoy!" to ships that venture Too near destruction's rock; With men who row as saviors To sinking ships that mock. Our big white Ship plows fearless; Each beam and spar and strand. Was placed in perfect order By the Master Builder's hand. To the man who holds the tiller. As the big ship sails along— To the man who guides the rudder. To him, this day, our song. To the man at the helm, who steadies The big white Ship each day; Who sees the rocks and breakers And steers the ship away; The eye at the helm is constant; The heart at the helm is true; The hand at the helm is faithful, As it guides for me and you. The man at the helm ne'er wavers Though tempests howl and roar. When his sailors doubt and quiver, His courage seems the more. The light that guides our pilot We may not always see. That he the light is given Should be enough for me. O, man at the helm, we bring thee Our faith, and trust, and love. Full well we know thy compass Is guided from above. Our big white Ship is sailing Across Life's mystic sea. We'll reach the harbor safely, O, man at the helm, with thee! Elsie Chamberlain Carroix