When straight the angry storm comes wing'd with fear,
And heaving billows roll tumultuously.
Asleep in undisturb'd tranquillity,
The voice of terror breaks upon his ear,
"Master! now save us, or we perish here;—
We sink, unless deliv'rance comes from Thee!"
He rose and said—"Ye tempests! cease to blow;
Ye billows! be ye calm as infant's sleep:"—
When lo, the winds are hush'd and smooth the waves.
Ye toss'd and tempted souls! to Jesus go;