Above Me Hangs the Silent Sky

Above me hangs the si­lent sky;

Around me rolls the sea;

The crew is at all at rest

and I

Am

Lord

alone with Thee.

Go where I may

from all re­mote

Thou

Lord

art ev­er near:

No sec­ret thought

but Thou canst note;

No word

but Thou canst hear.

When all around are sunk to sleep

Thy pre­sence here I find;

To me Thou walk­est o’er the deep

Or speak­est in the wind.

In winds

and waves

and star­ry sky;

I see Thee pre­sent here;

And

look­ing at my­self

I cry

Can I still be Thy care?

I think of days and dan­gers past

When I have found Thee nigh;

And won­der how Thy love can last

To one so vile as I.

I think of ter­rors near at hand

Of judg­ment yet to come;

When I be­fore Thy face must stand

And hear my fi­nal doom.

The sense of all I’ve been and done

Would fill me with des­pair;

But to my Sav­ior’s cross I run

And find a re­fuge there.

I know He has the pow­er to aid

I know He has the will:

And He who once for sin­ners bled

Can res­cue sin­ners still.

Lord

arm my soul with faith in Thee

And fill my heart with love

My path from sin and dan­ger free

And guide me safe ab­ove.

And while the waves around me beat

Lord

oft­en thus des­cend

And grant me here com­mun­ion sweet

With Thee

the sin­ner’s friend.