How much of loving service we owe God
For all the years we quailed before His name,
Charging all evils to His chastening rod,
For hell itself imputing Him the blame.
We thought it was His will that made the shore
From north to south one long uncovered grave;
That when the booming surf with thunderous roar
Deepened the storm, it was the sign He gave.
What wonder that, mistaught, we feared a power
Said to be manifest in wild disaster,
And we the helpless victims of such hour
As rage should make the elements our master?
How faith had strayed, like to a frightened dove!
The Master calmed the sea by God's own law,
And when we know Him as Life, Truth, and Love,
We'll do the greater works His Son foresaw.
