This World’s a Rough and Stormy Sea

This world’s a rough and stor­my sea

Where winds arise and tem­pests roar;

On ev­ery hand the quick­sands lie

The rocks are near

re­mote’s the shore.

Though mount­ain­ous the wa­ters stand

And dare to lift their voice on high;

When Je­sus speaks

at His com­mand

The waves sub­side

the tu­mults die.

The soul’s a ves­sel rude­ly tossed

By tem­pest on this trou­bled sea;

But not a saint shall e’er be lost

Who seeks for re­fuge

Lord

in Thee.

Then let the swell­ing bil­lows roar

In aw­ful ma­jes­ty be dressed;

I’ll brave them all to gain the shore

The hav­en of eter­nal rest.