Thus our terrors reprove,—
“Ye of little faith, why did you doubt!”
Lord, make us trust ever in thee,
Though our frail bark by tempests be driven;
Till thy sovereign will
Bid the rude waves “be still!”
And we rest in the haven of heaven!
Thus our terrors reprove,—
“Ye of little faith, why did you doubt!”
Lord, make us trust ever in thee,
Though our frail bark by tempests be driven;
Till thy sovereign will
Bid the rude waves “be still!”
And we rest in the haven of heaven!