2 They strove, though in vain, for awhile^
The force of the waves to withstand,
But when they were wearied with toil
They saw their dear Saviour at hand :
They gladly received him on board,
His presence their spirits revived,
The sea became calm at his word,
And soon at their port they arrived.
3 We, like the disciples, are toss d,
By storms on a perilous deep ;
But cannot be possibly lost,
For Jesus has charge of the ship :
Though billows and winds are enraged,
And threaten to make us their sport ;
This pilot his word has engaged
To bring us in safety to port.
4 If sometimes we struggle alone,
And he is withdrawn from our view,
It makes us more willing to own
We nothing without him can do :
Then Satan our hopes would assail,
But Jesus is still within call,
And when our poor efforts quite fail
He comes in good time and does all.
5 Yet, Lord, we are ready to shrink
Unless we thy presence perceive ;
save us, (we cry,) or we sink;
We would, but we cannot believe !
The night has been long and severe,
The winds and the seas are still high,
Dear Saviour, this moment appear,
And say to our souls, " It is I!"[1]
115.
Will ye also go away?—John, vi, 67-69.
1 WHEN any turn from Zion s way —
Alas ! what numbers do ! —
- ↑ Book iii, Hymn 18.
