1 Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod
The dark and stormy wave,
And trusted in his Father's arm,
Omnipotent to save;
2 When darkly round our footsteps rise
The floods and storms of life,
Send Thou Thy Spirit down 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.