My brother crying, "I repent,
Nor will offend again?"
5How else, on soaring wing,
Can hope bear high my prayer,
Up to thy throne, my God, my King,
To plead for pardon there?
824. 7s. M. Milman.
"And he arose and rebuked the winds and sea."
1Lord! thou didst arise and say,
To the troubled waters, "Peace,"