And perilous waves o’er me were rolled,
When lo! a symbol of the meek but mighty God.
Again I saw and loved the sinner’s Friend,
From first missteps to abysmal depths of his darkest end—
A friend to even me, a crushed clod.
But how, O Jesus, how
Can a stainless one, the such as thou,
Again receive a sinner like myself?
With weakened faith in thee, with pride and pelf
I went my way,