Tho’ torn and tossed by wind and wave,
O Helmsman, on Thy love I lean;
Tho’ under me a yawning grave—
I know Thy mercies stand between.
I’ll trust in Thee; I’ll watch and pray;
When doubts assail me, Thou wilt say—
Peace, peace, peace, be still!
Peace, peace, be still!
Tho’ lulled on siren seas to sleep,
In dreams I see Thy shadowy form,
For love is cradled in the deep,
And bosomed on the sweeping storm.
Tho’ all the pow’rs of darkness hurled,
Burst round my head, I know Thy might,
And look beyond time’s changing world,
And see Thy haven thro’ the night.
And so my soul sails on its way;
Both storm and calm Thy love fulfill;
I hear Thy voice and I obey,
And cry unto my soul,