1 O silv’ry sea of Galilee,
In eastern lands so fair;
In fancy now I stand by thee,
And see my Saviour there;
I see Him walk upon the wave,
When billows roll and clouds are dark,
His trembling ones from death to save,
Tossed helpless in their bark.
2 I hear the cry "Save, Lord, I pray"
From on fainthearted there;
My sinking heart takes up that cry,
When storms beat heavy here;
For well I know His gracious will
Can calm life's rough and troubled sea,
And to its waves say "Peace, be still,"
As there on Galilee.
3 The night is dark, I'm on a sea,
Where waves roll high and wide;
I'm lost, unless Thou pilot me,
O Master strong and mild.
Walk to me on the troubled sea,
Dear Saviour, bid me walk to Thee;—
I shall not fail, for Thou wilt save,
As once on Galilee.
Source: Fair as the Morning. Hymns and Tunes for Praise in the Sunday-School #110