The Storm
Mark VI. 47-51.
Fear was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud;
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.
And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill;
But One was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea, ‘Be still!’
And the wind ceased– it ceased– that word
Pass’d through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath His eye.
And silence settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,
As when the righteous falls asleep,
When death’s fierce throes are past.
Thou that didst rule the angry hour,
And tame the tempest’s mood,
Oh! send Thy Spirit forth in power,
O’er our dark souls to brood!
Thou that didst bow the billows’ pride,
Thy mandates to fulfil -
So speak to passion’s raging tide,
Speak, and say, ‘Peace, be still!’
