"...Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise,
And beat upon my soul;
Our trouble to another cries,
Billows on billows roll.
From fear to hope, and hope to fear,
My shipwrecked soul is tossed;
Till I am tempted to despair
To give up all for lost.
Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look
Once more to Thee my God!
Oh, fix my feet upon a rock,
Beyond the gaping flood.
One look of mercy from Thy face
Will set my heart at ease;
One all-commanding word of grace
Will make the tempest cease."
- Samuel Stennett *
* Taken from Worthy is the Lamb copyrighted 2004.