Christ Stilling the Tempest

 


 
 

Fear was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud;
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.

But the wind ceased,-it ceased,-a word
Passed through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath his eye.

And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast;
They sank as flowers that fold to sleep
When sultry day is past.

O Thou that in its wildest hour
Didst rule the tempest’s mood,
Send now thy Spirit forth in power
O’er our dark souls to brood!

Thou that didst bow the billows’ pride,
Thy mandate to fulfil,
Speak, speak to passion’s raging tide,
Speak, and say, Peace, be still!



 
 
Christ Stilling the Tempest Hymn
 
 

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