1. When our ship of faith is drifting
On the angry waves of doubt;
When there’s not one hopeful lifting
Of the dark clouds all about;
When the storms force us to rowing,
Often we are scarcely knowing
Whether God is near in need,
Or if we’re alone indeed.
2. Yet He’s never far removed,
He Himself doth pilot us;
Only that our faith be proved,
Doth he loose the tempest thus.
Though at times He seemeth sleeping,
Yet we’re ever in His keeping;
If we seek Him earnestly,
He will calm the angry sea.
3. He is Lord! When He commendeth,
Storms abate; high seas grow still;
Naught His mighty pow’r withstandeth;
All things need must do His will.
He gives rest when woes afflict us,
And doth evermore protect us
That we sink not in dismay,
For His cov’nant stands for aye.
4. Therefore, rest ye in Him solely,
Lest your light of hope grow dim;
He is near, though hidden wholly,
Set your confidence on Him!
Firmly on this rock relying,
Comfort you and cease your sighing;
Faith at rest in Jesus’ blood
Heedeth neither storm nor flood.
5. Though the ship of faith would falter
In the storms we must endure,
Nothing e’er its course shall alter,
For its anchor is secure
In the ground our God hath given,
Jesus’ blood, and it shall even,
By our faith upon His grace,
Hold within the Holy Place.
6. We by faith are bound securely
With that mighty cord of love,
That from earth extendeth surely
To the Fatherland above.
This true love so freely given
Ever draws us on to heaven,
On to glory, home, and rest,
To that City of the Blest.
7. Jesus’ cross – that is the symbol
Of the banner that we bear;
Under this, what need to tremble?
Who need falter or despair?
He that in this sign believeth
There a heavenly crown receiveth,
After the victorious fight
Cometh he to realms of light.
8. Therefore, on, belovéd pilgrims!
Faithfully your way pursue;
Yonder for you as His children
Lies that peaceful haven too.
There the little bark arriveth
After tempest it surviveth;
For your compass, Holy Writ,
Keeps thy bark and guideth it.
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