False, O Lord, my ways have been Before those that I know, Waiting in the dark till when Time would the hidden show. False rock thrown in my life’s pool, Broad ripples crashing wide, Waves and breakers are your tool To push me to your side. Just would be this storm of life To break my living hull, But you chose instead of strife To issue mercy’s call. Surface that’s been broken true, False ripples soon arise. No wall can I build anew To shrink their damning size. Truth I knew would soon come out, But must I bear false too? Rocking now on waves of doubt, I question all I do. Cast about by phantom waves, I ask for your just hand To calm storm and then to save And bring me to safe land. On your hand that calms the sea Rests clearly one dark scar. In a moment then I see A deep and unjust mar. Hands unstained by sin and pure Bear guilty marks of mine. Supreme mercy’s act I’m sure When sins of mine are thine. Help me, Lord, to ride each crest And all the troughs so deep, Trusting that your plan is best To ever safe me keep. And on rippled pond I ask, Please give me words to sing Of your gracious saving task Till me to shore you bring.