Fierce Was the Storm of Wind

Fierce was the storm of wind

The surging waves ran high

Failed the dis­ci­ples’ hearts with fear

Tho’ Thou

their Lord

wast nigh.

But at the stern re­buke

Of Thy al­migh­ty word

The wind was hushed

the bil­lows ceased

And owned Thee God and Lord.

So now

when depths of sin

Our souls with ter­rors fill

Arise

and be our help­er

Lord

And speak Thy Peace

be still.

When death’s dark sea we cross

Be with us in Thy pow­er

Nor let the water floods pre­vail

In that dread tri­al hour.

And

when amid the sighs

Which speak Thine ad­vent near

The roar­ing of the sea and waves

Fills faith­less hearts with fear;

May we all un­dis­mayed

The rag­ing tem­pests see

Lift up our head and hail with joy

Thy great epi­pha­ny.