Trusting Thee

I am trust­ing

Lord

in Thee;

Though the night is cold and dark

And the rag­ing

stor­my sea

Threatens to en­gulf my bark.

I am trust­ing

Lord in Thee

I am trust­ing

Lord in Thee

Trusting Thee

trust­ing Thee

I am trust­ing all to Thee.

Long the jour­ney

rough the main

Still the har­bor far away—

And I toil in numb­ing pain

Through the bil­lows’ icy spray.

Though Thy pur­pos­es seem dark

Thou art faith­ful to per­form.

And Thou bid’st me to em­bark

And cross ov­er in the storm.

So

ob­ey­ing Thy com­mand

I am trust­ing

Lord

in Thee.

I am wea­ry

far from land

But sal­va­tion I shall see.