1 Thy way is on the deep, O Lord!
E’en there we’ll go with thee;
We’ll meet the tempest at Thy word,
And walk upon the sea.

2 Poor tremblers at His rougher wind,
Why do we doubt Him so?
Who gives the storm a path, will find
The way our feet should go.

3 A moment may His hand be lost—
Drear moment of delay—
We cry, Lord, help the tempest tossed!
And safe we’re borne away.

4 The Lord yields nothing to our fears,
And flies from selfish care;
But comes Himself where’er He hears
The voice of loving prayer.

5 O happy soul! of faith divine,
Thy victory, how sure!
The love that conquers all is thine,
The patience to endure.

6 Come, Lord of peace, our griefs dispel
And drive our fears away;
’Tis Thine to order all things well,
And ours to bless the sway.