John Brownlie (trans.) · 66 of 89

Darkly the tempest swept

I Darkly the tempest swept, Over the sea; Fiercely the billows leapt, Bounding and free; Sternly each rower bent, While in the firmament Clouds were by lightnings rent, O'er Galilee.

II Pillowed, the Master lay, Rocked by the deep; Worn with the toil of day, Weary, asleep; "Master," they fearful cry, "Wake to the danger nigh,— Winds from the threatening sky, Billows that leap."

III Calmly the Master rose,— Winds are assuaged; Sank into calm repose Waters that raged; "Peace!" O Thou Lord of might, Speak in our dread affright, When through our troubled night, Battles are waged.