705    112th     John Berridge
“O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest.” Isa. 54. 11; Heb. 2. 18

1 Thou poor, afflicted, tempted soul,
  With fears, and doubts, and tempests tossed,
  What if the billows rise and roll,
  And dash thy ship, it is not lost;
  The winds and waves, and fiends may roar,
  But Christ will bring thee safe on shore.

2 What ails those eyes bedewed with tears?
  Those labouring sighs that heave thy breast?
  Those oft-repeated, broken prayers?
  Dost thou not long for Jesus’ rest?
  And can the Lord pass heedless by,
  And see a mourning sinner die?