Classic Poem

Darkness upon the troubled deep—
A cry,—and none to save!
“Christ!” and the thunder of the sea
Sank to an infant's lullaby,
Sank to a summer calm, for He
Was with them on the wave.

Darkness beside the lonely grave
Where the loved Lazarus slept,—
“Christ,” at whose feet the full heart cried,
“Thou Lord, and Lazarus had not died.”
Christ, at whose call the dead replied,
Was with them while they wept.

Ask thou, my soul, no sweeter stay,
Seek thou no safer friend!
Christ with His feet upon the wave,
Christ, with the hand to heal and save,
Christ, from the cradle to the grave,
Is with thee to the end.