Scripture Verse

There came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled with water, and were in jeopardy. And they came to Him, and awoke Him, saying, Master, Master, we perish. Then He arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm. And He said unto them, Where is your faith? Luke 8:23–25

Introduction

Words: A. W. Blakes­ley, in The Wells of Sal­va­tion, by John Swe­ney & Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1881), num­ber 81.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Blakes­ley’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

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John R. Sweney (1837–1899)

Lyrics

Both by day and by night,
Both in dark­ness and light,
Must the ma­rin­er keep on his way;
By his com­pass must steer,
Mid all dan­ger and fear,
Till the dark­ness and storms pass away.

Refrain

Then we’ll sing, then we’ll sing,
Tho’ the storm mad­ly round us may roar;
When we an­chor above,
We will meet those we love,
On that beau­ti­ful, beau­ti­ful shore.

Is not Christ on the deep?
Is He not in the ship?
Says He not, Do not fear, it is I?
At His word storm and tide
Shall in si­lence subside,
And each child safe­ly land­ed on high.

Refrain

With our Je­sus thus near,
Let us ban­ish each fear,
Tho’ earth’s hopes round us blast­ed may lie;
Tho’ the storm down may pour,
And loud thun­ders may roar,
And the surg­es may dash to the sky.

Refrain

Soon the prize will be won,
And life’s voy­age will be done,
And with Je­sus’ own flock we shall reign;
By life’s wa­ters be led,
In its green pastures fed,
And we’ll rest in our hea­ven­ly home.

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