1
When restless on my bed I lie,
Still courting sleep, which still will fly,
Then shall reflection’s brighter power,
Illume the lone and midnight hour.
2
If hush’d the breeze, and calm the tide,
Soft will the stream of mem’ry glide,
And all the past, a gentle train,
Wak’d by remembrance, live again.
3
If loud the wind, the tempest high,
And darkness wraps the sullen sky.
I muse on life’s tempestuous sea,
And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
4
Toss’d on the deep and swelling wave,
O mark my trembling soul, and save!
Give to my view that harbor near,
Where thou wilt chase each grief and fear!