Above me hangs the si­lent sky;
Around me rolls the sea;
The crew is at all at rest, and I
Am, Lord, alone with Thee.

Go where I may, from all re­mote,
Thou, Lord, art ev­er near:
No sec­ret thought, but Thou canst note;
No word, but Thou canst hear.

When all around are sunk to sleep,
Thy pre­sence here I find;
To me Thou walk­est o’er the deep,
Or speak­est in the wind.

In winds, and waves, and star­ry sky;
I see Thee pre­sent here;
And, look­ing at my­self, I cry,
Can I still be Thy care?

I think of days and dan­gers past,
When I have found Thee nigh;
And won­der how Thy love can last
To one so vile as I.

I think of ter­rors near at hand,
Of judg­ment yet to come;
When I be­fore Thy face must stand
And hear my fi­nal doom.

The sense of all I’ve been and done
Would fill me with des­pair;
But to my Sav­ior’s cross I run,
And find a re­fuge there.

I know He has the pow­er to aid,
I know He has the will:
And He who once for sin­ners bled,
Can res­cue sin­ners still.

Lord, arm my soul with faith in Thee,
And fill my heart with love,
My path from sin and dan­ger free,
And guide me safe above.

And while the waves around me beat,
Lord, oft­en thus des­cend,
And grant me here com­mun­ion sweet
With Thee, the sin­ner’s friend.