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

A. J. Fish, in Dew Drops of Sacred Song, edited by Tullius C. O’Kane (New York/Cincinnati, Ohio/Chicago, Illinois/St. Louis, Missouri: Philip Phillips/Hitchcock & Walden, 1870), number 21 (🔊 pdf nwc).

illustration
Christ in the Storm on the Sea of Galilee
Rembrandt van Rijn (1606-1669)

The way is dark before me,
Black clouds are o’er me spread;
The tempest gathers round me,
And forms above my head.
The sun hath ceased its shining,
And weary grows the day;
Oh, hear my prayer, my Father,
And roll the clouds away.

Refrain

Oh, roll the clouds away,
Oh, roll the clouds away,
Oh, roll the clouds away,
And send a brighter, better day.

The dreary rain is falling,
The clouds are flying past;
The angry lightning flashes,
The thunder’s rolling fast;
I’m waiting still, my Father,
And longing for the day,
When Thou shalt calm the tempest,
And roll the clouds away.

Refrain

O Lord, dispel the darkness,
And let me see the light;
Oh, break away the tempest,
And let the sunshine bright;
Oh, speak the rain from falling,
Oh, clear my soul’s sad day;
Oh, stop the thunder’s rolling,
Oh, roll the clouds away.

Refrain