For he who died to set us free
Hath called us by his word.
2 Secure from troubled waves we tread,
Nor all the storms around us heed,
While to our Lord we look;
O’er every fierce temptation bound—
The billows yield a solid ground,
The wave is firm as rock.
3 But if from him we turn our eye,
And see the raging floods run high,