tr., John Brownlie
Night and a storm, and hearts with sore affright,
Quail in their fears before the tempest's might.
Blindly the waves with crested summits roll;
The thunders crash, and terrify the soul.
Calmly he sleeps; O Christ, art Thou not Lord?
Speak to the winds, and let them hear Thy word.
Thou hast a power to quell the surging sea,
The waters know Thy voice at Galilee.
Wake from Thy sleep! How can the Master sleep,
While danger threatens from the frenzied deep?
Tempest and strife, and angry waves are still;
The waters hear Thy voice, and do Thy will.
Lord of our life, wake to our help we pray,
And still the storms that compass our life's way.