Sacred Songs and Solos Lyrics
First Line: Oh where is He that trod the sea
Oh where is He that trod the sea ?
Oh where is He that spake,
And demons from their victims flee,
The dead their slumber break ?
The palsied rise in freedom strong,
The dumb men talk and sing,
And from blind eyes, benighted long,
Bright beams of morning spring.
2 Oh where is He that trod the sea ?
'Tis only He can save ;
To thousands hungering wearily made,
A wondrous meal He gave :
The Word, who all the worlds had
To His own creatures spake;
'Twas spring-tide when He blest the bread,
And harvest when He brake.
3 Oh where is He that trod the sea ?
My soul, the Lord is here !
Let all thy fears be hushed in thee,
Be thine to know Him near :
Thy utmost needs He'll satisfy:
Art thou diseased or dumb,
Or dost thou in thy hunger cry ?
I come, saith Christ, I come !