Thy Way Is on the Deep, O Lord

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.

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.

A mo­ment may His hand be lost—

Drear mo­ment of de­lay—

We cry

Lord

help the tem­pest tossed!

And safe we’re borne away.

The Lord yields noth­ing to our fears

And flies from self­ish care;

But comes Him­self wher­e’er He hears

The voice of lov­ing pray­er.

O hap­py soul! of faith di­vine

Thy vic­to­ry

how sure!

The love that con­quers all is thine

The pa­tience to en­dure.

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.