Sunday, August 10, 2008

Hymn 105

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o'er-shadowed with blackness.
No shelter or help is nigh.
Carest Thou not that we perish?
How canst Thou lie asleep
When each moment so madly is threatening
A grave in the angry deep?

Master, with anguish of spirit
I bow in my grief today
The depths of my sad heart are troubled
Oh, waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish
Sweep o'er my sinking soul
And I perish! I perish! dear Master
Oh, hasten, and take control.

The winds and the waves obey Thy will
Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea
Or demons or men, or whatever it be
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will:
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will:
Peace, peace, be still!

Master, the terror is over.
The elements sweetly rest.
Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored
And heaven's within my breast.
Linger, O blessed Redeemer!
Leave me alone no more,
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor
And rest on the blissful shore.

1 comment:

Katie said...

Uh oh - what's up?
I do like how your background matches the song, however.