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Why thus, my soul, cast down?
And why disquieted?
Black though the tempest frown,
The surge pass o’er thy head;
Wait the fourth watch;—for One who saves
Come to thee, walking on the waves.
Lord! Lord! If it be thou,
bid me come down to thee;
Jesus! I know thee now,
And walk upon the sea;
Faith fails; ah me! the gulf runs high,
Save, Lord, I sink! O save, I die!
I grasp thy outstretched hand;
We climb the vessel’s side;
And lo! we touch the land,
The storm is pacified;
While winds and waves thy voice obey,
Oh! Why am I more deaf then they?
Thy, when I know thy will
Is my salvation, Lord,
When thou savs’t “Peace, be still!”
How can I doubt thy word?
Speak with that all-commanding might,
Which said to darkness,—“Be thou light!”
Speak with the power, which said
To Peter, “Follow me!”
Called Lazarus from the dead;
Then must I yield to thee,
For thee, like Peter, all forsake,
Like Lazarus, from the dead awake.
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 14:22;
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