tr., John Brownlie
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I
Darkly the tempest swept,
Over the sea;
Fiercely the billows leapt,
Bounding and free;
Sternly each rower bent,
While in the firmament
Clouds were by lightnings rent,
O'er Galilee.
II
Pillowed, the Master lay,
Rocked by the deep;
Worn with the toil of day,
Weary, asleep;
|Master,| they fearful cry,
|Wake to the danger nigh, --
Winds from the threatening sky,
Billows that leap.|
III
Calmly the Master rose, --
Winds are assuaged;
Sank into calm repose
Waters that raged;
|Peace!| O Thou Lord of might,
Speak in our dread affright,
When through our troubled night,
Battles are waged.