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The Vision of Prophecy and Other Poems

By James D. Burns ... Second Edition
  

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“Bid me come unto Thee on the water.”—Matthew xiv. 28.

O, in the dark and stormy night,
When far from land I cry with fear,
Shine o'er the waves, thou holy light,—
Then, O my Saviour, be thou near!
Though from afar, let me but see
Dim through the dark Thy gliding form,
And bright the gloomy hour shall be
That brought Thy presence in the storm.
Then lift Thy hand, and bid me come,
And higher though the tempest blow,
I through the wind and through the gloom
To Thy loved side will gladly go.
The wind is fair that blows to Thee,
The wave is firm that bears me on,
And stronger still that love to me
Which many waters could not drown.

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Or for Thy coming bid me wait,
My soul in patience shall abide;
And though the storm may not abate,
I will not seek another guide.
With Thee I fear no angry blast,—
With Thee my course points ever home;
And in good time, all perils past,
To the Fair Havens I shall come.