When waves and waves wash o’er my soul,
Anxiety, guilt, despair.
‘Tis then I know my Saviors love,
I trust His gentle care.
When death and sorrow compass me,
My eyes an empty stare.
‘Tis then my Savior comfort sends,
His heart my sorrows share.
When all alone I suffering walk,
My soul with weariness weighed.
‘Tis then my burden is lifted free,
On Him my hope is stayed.
He lifts me up and sets me high,
Upon a mountain tall.
‘Tis tender mercy raises me,
When on my knees I call.
Deane Wassink
June, 2004