501. The ocean hath no danger

1 The ocean hath no danger
For those whose prayers are made
To Him Who, in a manger,
A helpless babe was laid;
Who, born to tribulation
And every human ill,
Yet, Lord of His creation.
The wildest waves can still.

2 If fierce the tempest round us,
And white the angry deep,
Yet He, Whose love hath found us,
Can still His treasure keep;
Nor wind nor wave can harm us,
Nor hope itself grow dim,
No tempest need alarm us,
If peace we seek in Him.

3 Though life itself be waning,
And waves shall o'er us sweep.
The wild wind's sad complaining
Shall lull us still to sleep;
For, as a gentle slumber,
E'en death itself shall prove
To those whom Christ doth number
As worthy of His love.

4 Then, Holy Jesus, hear us,
And keep us free from harm,
Have pity, Lord, and bear us
On Thy supporting arm,
Should storm or calm befall us,
Whate'er our lot may be,
When all is o'er,--then call us
Home, Saviour,--home to Thee.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: The ocean hath no danger
Author: Godfrey Thring (1862)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: Times and Seasons: On Land and Sea
Tune Information
Name: ST. CHRISTOPHER
Composer: Frederick C. Maker (1881)
Meter: 7 6, 7 6. D.
Key: Dâ™­ Major



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