His Godhead was clear to them, and they adored him.
If it be thou”—oh! bid me come,
Dark though the waters be;
I will not fear, if thou art near,
And bid’st me come to thee.
If it be thou,” the storm may swell
Obedient to thy will;
For thou canst all its fury quell,
And bid its waves “Be still.”
If it be thou!” Oh yes, it is!
My Saviour’s voice I hear,
He tells my soul that I am his,
And he is ever near.