We are walk­ing on the wa­ters
Of a dark and trou­bled sea,
And our hearts, O Lord, are faint­ing
That we can­not come to Thee.

Fainting at the storms that ga­ther,
Tho’ above Thy voice be heard—
Fainting in Thy ve­ry pre­sence,
Tho’ we ven­ture at Thy word.

Yet we know, since Thou hast bid­den
Us to walk, Thou will sus­tain,
Thro’ a way as rough and path­less
As the storm tossed wa­te­ry main.

And if dan­gers so en­com­pass
That Thy form we scarce­ly see,
We may still press sure­ly on­ward,
For Thou bidst us come to Thee.