Mary A. Baker

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is over shadowed with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh
Do you not care that we perish?
How can you lie asleep?
When each passing moment so madly is threatening?
A grave in the angry deep?

"The winds and the waves shall obey my will, peace be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea,
Or demons, or men, or whatever it be,
No water can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They shall sweetly obey my will."

Master, with anguish of spirit
I bow in my grief today;
The depths of my sad heart are troubled,
O waken and save me, I pray
Torrents of sin and of anguish
Sweep over my sinking soul!
And I perish! I perish! Dear Master;
O hasten and take control!


Master, the terror is over,
The elements sweetly rest;
Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored,
And heaven's within my breast.
Linger, or blessèd Reedemer,
Leave me alone no more;
And with joy I shall make the blest harbour,
And rest on the blissful shore.




Written by CNOO