1 Suff’rer, tossed in mental anguish,
Buffeted on life’s’ dark sea,
Oh, do not despairing languish,
Jesus walks the waves to thee;
Toil in rowing thro’ the midnight,
Ply thy stroke with firmer hand,
Not the billows’ dread commotion
Can his word of peace withstand.
Jesus walks the waves, my brother,
Ever o’er life’s stormy sea;
Haste to his almighty shelter,
Jesus walks the waves to thee.
2 Thro’ the darkness, thick with terror,
Let not fear distress thee sore,
What though evil spirits crowd thee,
Christ is nearer evermore;
Still afraid and wonder stricken,
Do thine eyes to fear incline?
Nay, what image wouldst thou liken
To that human form divine? [Refrain]
3 Seems it strange that stormy billows
At his presence should subside?
Stranger still that at his bidding
Loaves and fishes multiplied?
Nay, for shame, poor trembling weakness,
He is nearer than thy fears;
Stronger than thy doubts his meekness,
Only thy distress he hears. [Refrain]
Source: The Helper in Sacred Song: for Sunday-schools, churches, and devotional services #97
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|The Helper in Sacred Song: for Sunday-schools, churches, and devotional services #97||Jesus Walks the Waves to Thee||Suff'rer, tossed in mental anguish||[Suff'rer, tossed in mental anguish]||Rev. F. Bottome, D.D.||1889|