How substanceless the ocean Peter trod
With faithless doubt, in wind-tossed dark:
He sought the Christ outside himself
And sank!
How unsupporting, wavering, weak,
The place whereon I stand,
If I believe that Truth's afar
And seek the Christ remote, apart!
But Jesus, inly calm and buoyed by Truth,
Outshone the outside world
Of white-crest wave and liquid shock
And frightened, shaking ship;
He showed the way to Peter, as to us:
He walked on ocean firm as rock.
