O Where Is He That Trod the Sea?

Verse 1

O where is He that trod the sea, O where is He that spake, And demons from their victims flee, The dead their slumbers break; The palsied rise in freedom strong, The dumb men talk and sing, And from blind eyes, benighted long Bright beams of morning spring?

Verse 2

O where is He that trod the sea, O where is He that spake, And piercing words of liberty The deaf ears open shake; And mildest words arrest the haste Of fever's deadly fire, And strong ones heal the weak who waste Their life in sad desire?

Verse 3

O where is He that trod the sea, O where is He that spake, And dark waves rolling heavily A glassy smoothness take; And lepers, whose own flesh has been A solitary grave, See with amaze that they are clean And cry "'Tis He can save?"

Verse 4

O where is He that trod the sea? 'Tis only He can save; To thousands hungering wearily A wondrous meal He gave; Full soon, celestially fed, Their rustic fare they take; 'twas springtide when He blest the bread, And harvest when He brake.

Verse 5

O where is He that trod the sea? My soul, the Lord is here; Let all thy fears be hushed in thee; To leap, to look, to hear Be thine: thy needs He'll satisfy. Art thou diseased or dumb, Or dost thou in thy hunger cry? "I come," saith Christ, "I come." Amen.