Lost out on the sea...like a ship with no sails
tossed to and fro on the angry waves of a stormy gale.
Don't know where to turn..so I call on the Lord.
Don't want to lose my ship o the cliffs of a rocky shore.
So I hold on tight to the wheel...I turn my ship to the wind...
I squint my eyes in the rain...and I call on the Master again.
Chorus
And there He stands...up on the hill...that old lighthouse shining still.
On the rock...standing tall...holding firm in the face o a squall.
Angry billows may roll..I can hear the waves come crashing.
Where would I be without that keeper on the hill,
and that old lighthouse shining still?
Such a beautiful day...out on the open sea.
Nothing but the sun on my face and the breeze until suddenly
the wind turns to a howl...and the thunder roars.
The pouring rain obscures my view of the distant shore.
So I hold on tight to the wheel...I turn my ship to the wind.
I squint my eyes in the rain...and I call on the Master again.
Chorus repeat
And there He stands...up on the hill...that old lighthouse shining still.
On the rock...standing tall...holding firm in the face of a squall.
Angry billows may roll...I can hear the waves come crashing
Where would I be without that keeper? (Where would I be without King Jesus?)
Where would I be without that keeper on the hill? and that old lighthouse shining still?