On Life’s Raging Billow BAYLEY—T. P. Holbrook On Life’s Raging Billow 1 Tossed upon life’s raging billow, Sweet it is, O Lord to know Thou didst press a sailor’s pillow, And canst feel a sailor’s woe; Never slumbering, never sleeping Though the night be dark and drear, Thou the faithful watch art keeping; “All, all’s well!” Thy constant cheer 2 And though loud the wind is howling Fierce through flash the lightnings red, Darkly through the storm cloud’s scowling O’er the sailor’s anxious head