My Saviour’s Steps

About me winds and waters rise
With swelling fears for blackened skies
O Lord that land and ocean forms,
Why hidest thou thy face in storms?
Where art thou, Lord, when billows roll
To still the gales, to still my soul
My life is tossed upon the sea:
What anchor have I else but thee?
Yet this I know: Though icy waves
To men are frothing open graves
My Saviour walks upon the sea
He trods on death in victory
And in the tempest draweth night
My soul within me stirs to cry,
Lord, I would by thy side be near
Though I should leave my vessel here
When life itself is in thy lips
There is no hope in earthly ships
Bid me to follow in thy wake
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take

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