Father My Feeble Faith Takes Hold On


Father, my feeble faith takes hold
On that strong hand of Thine;
And feels its grasp her own enfold,
Imparting strength divine;
And sings her cheerful song at ease,
While leaning hard on Thee,-
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace
Whose mind is stayed on Thee”

As Jesus calmly lay at rest
On storm-tossed Galilee,
And slept, as ere on Mary’s breast,
He slept in infancy;
My soul shall find from care release,
However rough the sea,-
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace
Whose mind is stayed on Thee”

The bark once tossed from crest to crest
In long, unequal strife,
Shall bear my buoyant on the breast
Of seas that sought my life;
And He who bade the tumult cease,
Shall hear my song of glee,-
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace
Whose mind is stayed on Thee”