The Confidence of Prayer.--Matt. xiv. 22.
Why thus, my soul, cast down?
And why disquieted?
Black though the tempest frown,
The surge pass o'er thy head;
Wait the fourth watch;--for One who saves
Comes to thee, walking on the waves.
Lord! Lord! if it be Thou,
Bid me come down to Thee;
Jesus! I know Thee now,
And walk upon the sea;
Faith fails; ah me! the gulf runs high,
Save, Lord, I sink! O save, I die!
I grasp thy outstretch'd hand;
We climb the vessel's side;
And lo! we touch the land,
The storm is pacified;
While winds and waves thy voice obey,
Oh! why am I more deaf than they?
Why, when I know Thy will
Is my salvation, Lord,
When Thou says't "Peace, be still!"
How can I doubt Thy word?
Speak with that all-commanding might,
Which said to darkness,--"Be thou light!"
Speak with that power, which said
To Peter, "Follow me!"
Call'd Lazarus from the dead;
Then must I yield to Thee,
For Thee, like Peter, all forsake.
Like Lazarus, from the dead awake.