An eye is over thee, a Father’s eye,
Of tender love and pity. There is One
Whose voice is mightier than the noise
Of many waters, who sitteth on the flood
And reigneth King forever.
He sees thee breast the wave, upheld alone
By childlike trust and confidence in Him,
And through the storm is heard His gentle tone,
“Daughter, be comforted,—thy faith hath saved thee.”
12th mo., 1850. E. P. G.