If God could form the universe,
And nature beautify,
Could hang the million blinking stars
Out yonder in the sky,
If He could roll the fertile plain
And form the mountain high,
Then can He not protect His child,
The apple of His eye?
If He could plan the night and day
And cause the land to be,
Cold span the heavens with His hands
And measure out the sea;
If He were Master of the waves
On stormy Galilee,
Then He can guide my little bark
And give me victory.
O God, the Fountain of my life,
My refuge in the storm;
My Friend in days of loneliness
And when the nights seem long.
To Thee I lift my voice in praise,
And with my pen ascribe
The honor due unto Thy name,
My pilot and my Guide.