He bids us come; his voice we know,

And boldly on the waters go,

To him our Christ and Lord;

We walk on life’s tempestuous sea,

For he who died to set us free

Hath called us by his word.

2 Secure from troubled waves we tread,

Nor all the storms around us heed,

While to our Lord we look;

O’er every fierce temptation bound—

The billows yield a solid ground,

The wave is firm as rock.

3 But if from him we turn our eye,

And see the raging floods run high,

And feel our fears within;

Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,

Reason and unbelief prevail,

And sink us into sin.

4 Lord, we our feeble faith confess;

That little spark of faith increase,

That we may doubt no more;

But fix on thee our steady eye,

And on thine outstretched arm rely,

Till all the storm is o’er.