“Lord, carest Thou not that we perish!”
Cried his followers in agonized fear,
When the black stormy sky,
And the waves dashing high,
Made death with its terrors seem near.
The Saviour awoke from His slumber—
He spake, and rebuked the rude main;
Though the wild cry for aid
Feeble faith had betrayed,
E’en that cry was not uttered in vain.
“Lord, careth Thou not that we perish!”
This oft is the cry of despair,
When affliction’s waves roll,
And the agonized soul
Scarce can breathe forth her anguish in prayer.
Yet the Saviour is watching beside us,
His eye cannot slumber or sleep,
The bark which he guides
Where His Presence abides
Can never be wrecked on the deep.
Oh! how soon would our inward griefs vanish,
Our souls fear no perils without,
Could we hear His mild love
Thus our terrors reprove,
“Ye of little faith, why did ye doubt?”