“When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee.”—Isa. 43; 2
Roll on, ye waves of trouble, roll!
Cold waters, onward move.
For ‘mid the tempest’s wildest roar,
Soft sounds the voice of love.
“I will be with thee, tremble not,
That dark cold flood can’t harm;
For I, thy God, will guard thee with
Mine ‘everlasting arm’
These surging waves obey my voice,
They move but by my will:
When foaming in their fiercest rage,
I speak—and they are still.
Roll then, ye waves of trouble, roll!
Dash high your raging foam!
The Mighty One will bear me through
In safety to my home.
Roll on—I know thy chilling power
Thy dark arid dangerous tide;
But I am safe—no flood I fear,
With Jesus by my side.
My Lord, when I can feel thee near,
The deep has charms for me:
Earth’s brightest paths were dark and drear,
If lighted not by thee.
For I can smile while billows roar,
If, Lord, thy light I see;
I will not look upon their rage,
But fix my eyes on thee!
They can but drive me nearer still
To that long wished for shore;
Where, done with sin, with pain, and grief,
Earth’s storms are heard no more.
Since thou art with me, welcome all,
The bitter and the sweet;
I’m safe, whatever may befall,
Lord Jesus, at thy feet.
And should the dark cold flood of death
Be opening to my view,
Thy love, thy light, my Savior God,
Shall bear me safely through.
C. Η. I.