Change The Wind

Of the Pilgrims: “They had a great hope and an inward zeal of advancing the cause of the Gospel of the Kingdom of Christ and those remotes parts of the earth. Yet, even though they should be but a stepping stones unto others for the performing of so great a work."—William Bradford

They sailed from Plymouth, England upon a tiny ship
They prayed for Indian nations as they endured the trip
But just as they were coming close to Cape Cod’s shore to land
A cold wind rose and clenched its icy hand
Waves would drive them to the rocks, they fell down on their knees
The ship was tossed and yet they knew Who listened to their pleas
Their prayers rose up through freezing spray, and then through streaming eyes
They saw God turn the wind around in answer to their cries, they cried

Lord, change the wind, Lord, change the wind
We are weak and sinful men
Shine Your gospel where Your gospel’s never been

They founded a great colony but now they are all gone
The God they worshipped, now is mostly blasphemed and unknown
How shall a people call on God if they’ve never heard
Give us shepherds after Your own heart
Lord warn us with Your word! we cry


There is one I love whose heart stays cold and hard
And all my groaning for his soul is tearing me apart
For all will surely perish Lord without Your saving power
He’s like one caught in a storm in the darkest hour, I cry



For the wind and the waves obey You
And the rocks shall cry out to praise You
In our peril come, O Savior, O Savior!