It is I. Do not be afraid

Fierce are the waves,

Lord, rough the seas,

And dark, so dark, the night.

I beg of you to grant me, please,



On lonely vigil, light.

Then steer your ship with steady arm,

Trust me, and rest your soul.

Your little boat I'll keep from harm,


I'll guide it toward its goal.

Be firm of purpose as you keep

The compass e'er in view.

Through stormy night you'll cross the deep,

'twill help you to steer true.



The needle trembles faintly, then

Holds steady and prevails;

It points your way and guides you when

I, God, direct your sails.



Be therefore steadfast, calm and true,

Your God is at your side.

Through storm and night He'll see you through

With conscience as your guide.



Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross [Edith Stein] (1891-1942), Carmelite, martyr, co-patronness of Europe Poetry: "Am Steuer" / "At the Helm" (trans. Suzanne Batzdorff)