He constrained His disciples to get into the ship, and to go to the other side before unto Bethsaida…about the fourth watch of the night He came unto them, walking upon the sea. Mark 6:45,48
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Is the darkness all about thee?
Are the billows high?
Art thou weary, toiling, rowing,
And no haven nigh?
Jesus comes upon the waters
That are dashing high;
Hear Him speak in tones assuring,
Do not fear, ’tis I.
Are the winds now fierce, contrary,
Testing all thy might?
Does it seem that heart must fail thee
In the dreary night?
Is there none to bring thee succor
In this hour of test?
Yes, the loving Master
Toiling at thy best!
Yesterday thy hands were busied,
Feeding hungry souls;
Now, constrained, they toil in rowing,
Where the mad sea rolls.
Lose not heart, O dear disciple,
If the tempest roar,
But consider how He blest thee
Just the day before.
Gladly render any service,
He may choose for thee;
Caring not what pain or pleasure
There may in it be.