And sank beneath his eye.
3 And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast;
They sank as flowers that fold to sleep
When sultry day is past.
4 O Thou that in its wildest hour
Didst rule the tempest’s mood,
Send now thy Spirit forth in power
O’er our dark souls to brood!
5 Thou that didst bow the billows’ pride,