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CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST.

The beating rain in torrents fell,

The thunder muttered loud,

And fearful men with deep grief dwell

Before their Saviour bowed.

The billows lashed the rock-bound shore,

The howling winds roared by,

While feeble cries rose on the gale,

“Christ, save us, or we die.”

Upon a bed of sweet repose

Our blessed Saviour lay,

While round Him played the lightning’s flash

From out a frowning sky.

And feeble cries of grief and woe

Were heard around His bed—

“Oh! Jesus, wake—we perish now,

Our courage all has fled.”

The lightnings flashed, the thunder roared,

The foaming waves rolled by,

And Jesus calmly rose and said,

“Fear ye not; it is I.”

Loud roared the winds in wailing notes,

The night was cold and chill,

And to the raging storm He said,

“Hush, ye winds; peace, be still.”

The winds were stilled, the sea was calm,

The clouds soon passed away,

And sunny skies, with golden gleams,

Beamed on the face of day.

“What man is this,” the seamen cry,

“That e’en the sea ’ll obey?

He only whispered, ‘Peace, be still,’

And darkness passed away.”

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