Scripture Verse

Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him. Job 13:15

Introduction

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James Martineau
1805–1900

Words: James Mar­tin­eau, Hymns for the Chris­tian Church and Home (Lon­don: 1840).

Music: West­more­land Mo­ra­vi­an tune, in the Ply­mouth Col­lec­tion of Hymns and Tunes, by Hen­ry W. Beech­er (New York: A. S. Barnes, 1855), page 307 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lyrics

Thy way is on the deep, O Lord!
E’en there we’ll go with thee;
We’ll meet the tempest at Thy word,
And walk upon the sea.

Poor tremblers at His rougher wind,
Why do we doubt Him so?
Who gives the storm a path, will find
The way our feet should go.

A moment may His hand be lost—
Drear moment of delay—
We cry, Lord, help the tempest tossed!
And safe we’re borne away.

The Lord yields nothing to our fears,
And flies from selfish care;
But comes Himself where’er He hears
The voice of loving prayer.

O happy soul! of faith divine,
Thy victory, how sure!
The love that conquers all is thine,
The patience to endure.

Come, Lord of peace, our griefs dispel
And drive our fears away;
’Tis Thine to order all things well,
And ours to bless the sway.