WE'VE SAIL'D UPON THE WINTRY WAVE.
I
We've sail'd upon the wintry wave,
When out of sight of land;
And was our trust the steersman's strength,
A mortal's feeble hand?
No! hopelessly our bark would drift
Before the troubled sea,
If, mid the tempest's strife, oh God,
We did not trust in Thee!
II
We've suffer'd grief, yet hope's bright wing
Has never yet been furl'd;
And was our refuge from despair
The friendship of the world?
No! hopelessly our bark would drift
Before the troubled sea,
If, 'mid the tempest's strife, oh God,
We did not trust in Thee!
