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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Storm
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Mark vi. 47-51.

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
Pass`d through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord, 
And sank beneath His eye.

And silence settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,
As when the righteous falls asleep, 
When death`s fierce throes are past.

Thou that didst rule the angry hour, 
And tame the tempest`s mood, 
Oh! send Thy Spirit forth in power,
O`er our dark souls to brood!

Thou that didst bow the billows` pride,
Thy mandates to fulfil —
So speak to passion`s raging tide,
Speak, and say, "Peace, be still!"
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