Verse 1
Ask we, now the storm is laid,
Wherefore was my heart afraid?
Lord, with shame the cause I see,
Want of confidence in Thee.
Verse 2
But thy love doth not despise
Nature’s most imperfect cries,
Souls o’rewhelm’d with doubts and fears,
Faith which next to none appears.
Verse 3
Thou my little faith increase,
Till my last temptations cease,
Till thy goodness I adore
Safe on the eternal shore.