Now and Not Yet

A hand to the helm
And an eye to the stars.
Let You be my course and aim,
And be my means both near and far.

Let me hold with cold knuckles
The wheel of obedience
To guide this vessel through fog and foam
With all hope and expedience.

Neither driving blind in darkness
But clear the webbed clouds of desire and doubt,
Through which I strain, but cannot
See Your magnificent route.

Be my works, and be my hope,
And be all You always are
To guide me safely home again,
Be my helm and star!