Christ Alone Has Power to Save

When tossed on Ga­li­lee’s rough wave

And fear their anx­ious hearts op­pressed

The Mas­ter’s voice spoke firm and clear

And calmed the ang­ry waves to rest.

It was His voice that stilled the wave

His heal­ing touch new vi­sion gave;

His might has tri­umphed o’er the grave

Our Christ alone has pow­er to save.

When he who sight had nev­er known

Came to the Lord with plead­ing voice

That word and touch made dark­ness flee

And bade the sor­row­ful re­joice.

When cru­ci­fied on Cal­va­ry

And in the tomb was laid away

He rose tri­umph­ant o’er the grave

And lives and reigns with bound­less sway.

When tri­als thick my path sur­round

When hope de­parts and gloom des­cends

A gen­tle voice speaks from ab­ove

And ev­ery dark fore­bod­ing ends.