He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed…and He guided them to their desired haven. Psalm 107:29–30
If you know Weaver’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him or Wise (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Our frail bark is on the ocean,
By the tempest wildly tossed;
Savior, calm the troubled waters,
Ere we are forever lost.
Oh, the storm! the wild, dark storm!
See the lighthouse on the strand;
Guide us, Pilot, to the harbor,
Safe into Immanuel’s land.
Hear the breakers of temptation,
Hear their sullen, angry roar;
Save us, guide us, and protect us,
Bring us to that blissful shore.
Help us, Lord to find the mooring
That shall hold our vessel fast;
Anchored to the Rock of Ages,
We are safe from sin at last.