Afflicted

Verse 1

O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave, Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save; With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismay'd, In toiling and rowing, thy strength is decay'd.

Verse 2

Loud roaring, the billows now nigh o’erwhelm, But skilful’s the Pilot who sits at the helm; His wisdom conducts thee, His power thee defends; In safety and quiet thy warfare He ends.

Verse 3

"O fearful! O faithless!" in mercy He cries; “My promise, my truth, are they small in thine eyes? Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand; Through tempest and tossing I’ll bring thee to land."