Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod

The dark and stormy wave,

And trusted in his Father’s arm,

Omnipotent to save;—

2 When thickly round our footsteps rise

The floods and storms of life,

Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, to still

The dark and fearful strife.

3 Strong in our trust, on thee reposed,

The ocean path we’ll dare,

Though waves around us rage and foam,

Since thou art present there.