1 O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave,
Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save;
With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismay'd,
In toiling and rowing, thy strength is decay'd.
2 Loud roaring, the billows now nigh o’erwhelm,
But skilful’s the Pilot who sits at the helm;
His wisdom conducts thee, His power thee defends;
In safety and quiet thy warfare He ends.
3 "O fearful! O faithless!" in mercy He cries;
“My promise, my truth, are they small in thine eyes?
Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand;
Through tempest and tossing I’ll bring thee to land."
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First Line: | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave |
Meter: | 11s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Church: Afflicted; Gospel: Spread of; Missions |
Notes: | Author from index: Grant |