Text: | Life's Raging Billow |
1 Tossed upon life's raging billow,
Sweet it is, O Lord, to know,
Thou didst press a sailor's pillow,
And canst feel a sailor's woe.
2 Never slumb'ring, never sleeping,
Tho' the night be dark and drear,
Thou the faithful watch are keeping;
"All, all's well," Thy constant cheer.
3 Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its notice and tumult still;
Hush the tempest's wild commotion
At the bidding of Thy will.
4 Thus my heart the hope will cherish
While to Thee I lift mine eye,
Thou wilt save me ere I perish,
Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry.
5 And though mast and sail be riven,
Life's short voyage will soon be o'er;
Safely moored in heaven's wide haven,
Storm and tempest vex no more.
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First Line: | Tossed upon life's raging billow |
Title: | Life's Raging Billow |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |