He sitteth o’er the water floods
and He is strong to save-
He sitteth o’er the water floods,
and guides each drifting wave!
Though loud around the vessel’s prow
The waves may toss and break,
Yet at His word they sink to rest,
As on a tranquil lake!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods,
When waves of sorrow rise,
And while He holds the bitter cup,
He wipes the tearful eyes!
He knows how long the wilful heart
Requires the chastening grief,
And, soon as sorrow work is done,
‘Tis He who sends relief!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods,
As in the days of old.
When o’er the Saviour’s sinless head
The waves and billows rolled!
Yes, all the billows passed o’er Him!
Our sins-they bore Him down!
For us He met the crushing storm-
He met the Almighty’s frown!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods!
Then doubt and fear no more,
For He who passed through all the storms
Has reached the heavenly shore;
And every tempest-driven bark,
With Jesus for its Guide,
Will soon be moored in harbor calm,
In glory to abide!