Songs

Master, the tempest is raging!

		
409
							P.M.

1	Master, the tempest is raging! 
	The billows are tossing high! 
	The sky is o’ershadowed 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? 

		“The winds and the waves shall obey My will, 
		Peace!... be still!... 
		Whether the wrath of the storm tost 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 My will, 
		Peace!  be still,  Peace! be still! 
		They all shall sweetly obey My will, 
		Peace, peace, be still!“

2	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. 

3	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 blessèd Redeemer! 
	Leave me alone no more; 
	And with joy I shall make the blest harbour, 
	And rest on the blissful shore.

				M.A. Baker