Hand in Hand With Jesus

I walked on the billows with Jesus

And knew no fear of the sea;

Though waves of temptation surrounded,

His grace was sufficient for me.

The spray touched my lips and my garments–

‘Twould never have caused me harm,

But the way seemed so rough and endless

My peace gave way to alarm.

When I should have counted my blessings,

I counted my burdens each day;

And my eyes grew weary with weeping,

My heart too discouraged to pray.

Almost I had sunk ‘neath the waters,

When I turned my eyes above

And saw that my Savior was smiling;

His eyes were tender with love.

Then I knew He had not forsaken;

“Save me, Lord Jesus!” I cried.

How quickly His arms were around me;

I walked again at his side!

Though the waves are still all around me,

The sea is still at my feet;

I walk hand in hand with my Savior

And rejoice in His fellowship sweet.