Hymns from the Morningland / Being Translations, Centos and Suggestions from the Service Books of the Holy Eastern Church

by Unknown

Ah! Thou wert once, my Blessed Lord,

By surging waters pressed,

But Thou didst speak th’ almighty word

And laidst them still at rest;

And ’gainst Thy soul the wrath of sin

Its tempest fury cast,

But Thou didst stand, serene within,

Till all the storm had passed.

III

O Christ, the hiding-place of those