Thou shalt be visited of the Lord of Hosts with thunder, and with earthquake, and great noise, with storm and tempest.—Isaiah, xxix. 6.
The storm was laid, the winds retired,
Obedient to Thy will;
The sea, that roared at Thy command,
At Thy command was still.
Addison.
O God! have mercy in this dreadful hour
On the poor mariner! in comfort here
Safe shelter’d as I am, I almost fear
The blast that rages with resistless power.