O Zion, afflicted with wave upon
wave Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save With darkness
surrounded by terrors dismayed In toiling and rowing, thy strength
is decayed Loud roaring the billows now nigh overwhelmed But skillful's
the pilot who sits at the helm His wisdom conducts thee, his
power thee defends In safety and quiet thy warfare he ends
O fearful Lord, faithless in mercy He cries My promise, my
truth, are they light in Thy eyes Still, still I am with Thee,
my promise shall stand Through tempest and tossing I'll bring
Thee to land Forget Thee I will not, I cannot Thy name Engraved
on my heart does forever remain The palms of my hands while I
look on I see The wounds I receive it when suffering for Thee I
feel at my heart all Thy sighs and Thy groans For Thou art most
near me, my flesh and my bones In all Thy distresses, Thy head
feels the pain Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain Then
trust me and fear not, thy life is secure My wisdom is perfect,
supreme is my power In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine To make
Thee at length in my likeness To shine, to shine