1 O Thou Who didst prepare
The ocean's sounding deep,
And bid the gath'ring waters there
In mighty concourse sweep:
2 Toss'd in our reeling bark
On this tumultuous sea,
Thy wondrous ways, O Lord, we mark,
And lift our hearts to Thee.
3 Jesus is nigh, Who trod
Of old that foaming spray,
Whose billows own'd th'incarnate God,
And died in calm away.
4 Though swells the threatening tide,
Mounting to heaven above,
We know in Whom our souls confide,
And fearless trust His love.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871