Verse 1
When all thy waves and storms are past,
Shall I, shall I, be sav’d at last?
Then let my Lord conceal his face,
With-hold the knowledge of his grace,
Leave me in doubts, in darkness leave,
And at my latest hour forgive.

Verse 2
Deliver from the wrath to come,
And scourge me, Saviour, to the tomb,
I to thy righteous will submit,
And weep unanswer’d at thy feet,
But when my dying head I bow,
Assure me then, thou heard’st me now!