He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, Peace! Be still! Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.@Mark 4:38-39
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Leander L. Pickett (1859-1928)

Manie P. Ferguson, 1904.

Leander L. Pickett (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Christ in the Storm on the Sea of Galilee
Rembrandt van Rijn (1606-1669)

Galilee’s waters are raging,
On them a vessel is tossed;
Seamen in terror are calling,
Carest Thou not, we are lost?
Sweetly asleep on a pillow,
Maker and Savior He lay;
Wild with dismay they awake Him,
Master, we perish, they say.

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Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high,
Say to my soul, Do not fear, it is I;
Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high,
Say to my soul, Do not fear, it is I

Over the noise of the tempest,
Over the dash of the wave,
Rings the sweet voice of the Savior;
See, He is mighty to save;
Calmed in a moment the billows,
Hushed in an instant to sleep,
Stilled is the roar of the wild winds,
Steadied their boat on the deep.

Refrain

Wonderful Jesus, I need Thee,
Out in the storm and the strife,
Oft it has seemed I was sinking,
Tossed on the ocean of life;
Speak to the winds and the waters,
Each Thy behest must fulfill;
Speak to my heart in the tempest,
Whispering softly, Be still.;

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When I am toiling in rowing,
Almost engulfed in the sea,
Make of the billows a pathway,
Come thro’ the darkness to me;
Failures and terrors will vanish,
Soon as I know Thou art nigh;
Say to my soul in the danger,
Be not afraid, it is I.;

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Waters unknown are awaiting
Travelers leaving earth’s shore;
Back to this side of the river,
Passengers come nevermore;
O when that chill tide is bringing
Boatmen to bear me away,
Galilee’s Conqu’ror, be with me;
Pilot me over, I pray.

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