Living by Faith

If, on a quiet sea,

Tow'rd heav'n we calmly sail,

With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee,

We'll own the fav'ring gale;

With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee,

We'll own the fav'ring gale.

But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,

Blest be the tempest, kind the storm,

Which drives us nearer home;

Blest be the tempest, kind the storm,

Which drives us nearer home.

Soon shall our doubts and fears

All yield to Thy control;

Thy tender mercies shall illume

The midnight of the soul;

Thy tender mercies shall illume

The midnight of the soul.

Teach us, in ev'ry state,

To make Thy will our own;

And when the joys of sense depart,

To live by faith alone;

And when the joys of sense depart,

To live by faith alone.