The waves were dashing loud and high,
My child looked on with me;
“Father,” she cried, “why may not I
Trust God and walk the sea?
Was it not lack of faith alone
That made the apostle sink?
By faith, therefore, it may be done;
Father, what should I think?”
The Lord bade Peter go, my child,,
And should he thee command,
Thy feet would on these waters wild
Be firm as on the sand.
But life has storms more awful yet,
Waves rougher than you sea;
Then do not thou in these forget
That Jesus is with thee.
Care not what others have to do,
What may be or has been;
But in the path God calls thee go,
And use thy faith therein.
HINDS.