John Brownlie (trans.) · 65 of 89

Night and a storm, and hearts with sore affright

I Night and a storm, and hearts with sore affright, Quail in their fears before the tempest's might.

II Blindly the waves with crested summits roll; The thunders crash, and terrify the soul.

III Calmly he sleeps; O Christ, art Thou not Lord? Speak to the winds, and let them hear Thy word.

IV Thou hast a power to quell the surging sea, The waters know Thy voice at Galilee.

V Wake from Thy sleep! How can the Master sleep, While danger threatens from the frenzied deep?

VI Tempest and strife, and angry waves are still; The waters hear Thy voice, and do Thy will.

VII Lord of our life, wake to our help we pray, And still the storms that compass our life's way.