Your Sons, Your Daughters

To the tune PICARDY (“Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent”):

Moses raised his hands o'er the waters;
they stood up as stones, left and right.
Such the mighty pow'r of our Father,
raging seas to still and divide.
Yet 'tis through his sons, his daughters—
God works through the hands we provide.

“Come to me,” says Christ on the waters,
walking on the sea as on stone,
calling us to trust in his Father,
though we are by storms overthrown.
Will we come as sons, as daughters,
or will he walk on all alone?

Terrifying now are those waters;
will they lead us into our graves?
Can this be the will of our Father?
Are we testing whether he saves?
Help, oh Lord, your sons, your daughters,
seeking you in each of the waves!

Come, oh Christ, to these raging waters;
come to make a way out of none.
Draw us all back home to our Father;
bind our wounded hearts; make us one.
Raise us up, your sons, your daughters;
walk the waves 'til all storms are done.