Lord, when drive I through the stormy sea
Float thy grace where
I might see
Let not my face be grave
But let it brighten the suffering lots.
Lord, when faced I with difficult choices
Give me the grace to stand firm
Let not my wobbling legs cave-in
To temptation that pervades my way
Lord, let not your Holy Spirit depart
Let he be my Gilead balm
Down through the valley deep
Calming my troubled soul
Lord, lock my faith in you
Break me not with impossible choices and
Though I be afraid
Give me that solemn peace of mind
