He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,
Mark 4:39Peace, be still.
And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
Words: Emma A. Tiffany, 1898. Published in Fairer Than Day (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: George C. Hugg, 1903), number 98.
Music: Adam Geibel (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Tiffany (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
I stood face to face with a sorrow,
That threatened my bark to o’erwhelm,
But peace floated in the morrow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
My Father was guiding the helm,
My Father was guiding the helm,
But peace floated in the morrow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
I rode o’er a tempest rocked billow,
Which threatened my life to o’erwhelm,
But I sweetly slept on my pillow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
My Father was guiding the helm,
My Father was guiding the helm,
But I sweetly slept on my pillow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
O’er my soul death’s shadows were creeping,
That threatened my faith to o’erwhelm,
But the angels a vigil were keeping,
My Father was guiding the helm.
My Father was guiding the helm,
My Father was guiding the helm,
But the angels a vigil were keeping,
My Father was guiding the helm.