His Billows (Psalm 42:7)
- Annie Johnson FlintV. Raymond Edman, But God!, (Zondervan Publishing House, Grand Rapids; 1962), p. 142
They are His billows, whether they go over us They are His billows, whether, for our succour, They are His billows, whether we are toiling They are His billows, whether He divides them, They are His billows, and He brings us through them;Hiding His face in smothering spray and foam,
Or, smooth and sparkling, spread a path before us,
And to our haven bear us safely home.
He walks across them, stilling all our fear,
Or to our cry there comes nor aid nor answer,
And in the lonely silence none is near.
Through tempest-driven waves that never cease,
While deep to deep with clamor loud is calling,
Or at His word they hush themselves in peace.
Making us walk dry shod where seas had flowed,
Or lets tumultuous breakers surge about us
Rushing unchecked across our only road.
So has He promised, so His love will do;
Keeping and leading, guiding and upholding,
