Mar_4:40-41
Awe came over them, and well it might; they saw that no mere man could act as he had done. Jesus, Master, in all our troubles we will call upon thee, and thou wilt answer us! Our heart rejoices in thee, and sings:—
“
Away, despair; my gracious Lord doth hear!
Though winds and waves assault my keel
He doth preserve it; he doth steer
Even when the boat seems most to reel.
Storms are the triumph of his art
Well may he close his eyes, but not his heart.”
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
Passed through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And fell 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.