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. Luke 8:23–24


Mary B. Reese (1832–1908)

Words: Ma­ry B. Reese, in Jas­per and Gold, ed­it­ed by Tul­li­us O’Kane; (Cin­ci­nn­ati, Ohio: Hitch­cock & Wald­en, 1877), num­ber 6.

Music: Tul­li­us C. O’Kane (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Tullius C. O’Kane (1830–1912)


A cry comes ov­er the deep,
Wailing of dy­ing souls.
’Tis ech­oed in ev­ery heart,
Brothers are on the shoals!
The break­ers are dash­ing high,
And death is in ev­ery wave,
And wild­ly ring­eth the cry,
We per­ish with none to save.


Ring out the tide of song,
While pray­er its bur­den rolls,
That He who rules the storm,
Will bring them off the shoals.

Sweet hope went out with the day,
Rudder and com­pass lost;
Despair more dark than night,
Crowneth the tem­pest tossed;
No help may come from the sea,
No suc­cor from the land,
Say, must they per­ish, and we
Reach ne­ver to them a hand?


Quick! point to the sav­ing Rock
Looming from out the deep,
Whose bea­con the per­iled souls
Ever will safe­ly keep.
No mat­ter how fierce the storm,
How mad­ly the bil­low rolls,
The light of the guid­ing Star,
Will bring them off the shoals.