If, through unruffled seas

If on the quiet sea
Toward heav’n we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee,
We’ll own the fav’ring gale.

But should the surges rise,
And rest delay to come,
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.

Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to Thy control;
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.