LIFE AND MINISTRY
|53||Master, the Tempest is Raging|
|H. R. Palmer|
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?
The winds and the waves shall obey thy will, Peace, Be still Be still!
Whether the 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!
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!
Earth's sun in the clam 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 blisful shore.
Copyright by H. R. Palmer. Used by permission