| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | I. “Thy way is in the deep”
(1840) | | By James Martineau (1805–1900) |
| | | THY way is in the deep, O Lord! | |
| E’en there we’ll go with Thee: | |
| We’ll meet the tempest at Thy word, | |
| And walk upon the sea! | |
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| Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, | 5 |
| Why do we doubt Him so? | |
| Who gives the storm a path, will find | |
| The way our feet shall go. | |
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| A moment may His hand be lost,— | |
| Drear moment of delay!— | 10 |
| We cry, “Lord! keep the tempest-tost,”— | |
| And safe we’re borne away. | |
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| The Lord yields nothing to our fears, | |
| And flies from selfish care; | |
| But comes Himself, where’er He hears | 15 |
| The voice of loving prayer. | |
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| O happy soul of faith divine! | |
| Thy victory how sure! | |
| The love that kindles joy is thine,— | |
| The patience to endure. | 20 |
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| Come, Lord of peace! our griefs dispel, | |
| And wipe our tears away: | |
| ’Tis Thine, to order all things well, | |
| And ours to bless the sway. | | | | |
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