He bids us come; His voice we know,
And boldly on the waters go
To Him, our God and Lord;
We walk on life's tempestuous sea,
For He who died to set us free
Hath called us with His word.
Secure, on boisterous waves we tread,
Nor all the billows round us dread,
While on the Lord we look;
The tempter drives his vortex round,
We pass it as on solid ground;
The wave is firm as rock.
But if from Him we turn the eye,
We see the raging floods run high,
Our hearts are full of fear;
Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,
Reason and unbelief prevail,
Forgetting He is near.
Lord! we our unbelief confess,
Do Thou our little faith increase,
That we may fail no more,
But fix on Thee a steady eye,
And on Thine outstretched arm rely,
Till all the storm is o'er.