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, Luke 8:23–25
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?
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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.
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.
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.
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.