Mark 4:37

• [Mar 4:37] Fierce Raged O’er The Tempest Deep

  Fierce raged the tempest o’er the deep, Watch did Thine anxious servants keep But Thou wast wrapped in guileless sleep, Calm and still. “Save, Lord, we perish,” was their cry, “O save us in our agony!” Thy word above the storm rose high, “Peace, be still.” The wild winds hushed; the angry deep Sank, like a little child, to sleep; The sullen billows ceased to leap, At Thy will. So, when our life is clouded o’er, And storm winds drift us from the shore, Say, lest we sink to rise no more, “Peace, be still.”

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 4:37] Fierce Was The Storm Of Wind

  Fierce was the storm of wind, The surging waves ran high, Failed the disciples’ hearts with fear, Tho’ Thou, their Lord, wast nigh. But at the stern rebuke, Of Thy almighty word, The wind was hushed, the billows ceased, And owned Thee God and Lord. So now, when depths of sin, Our souls with terrors fill, Arise, and be our Helper, Lord, And speak Thy “Peace, be still.” When death’s dark sea we cross, Be with us in Thy power, Nor let the water floods prevail In that dread trial hour. And, when amid the sighs, Which speak Thine Advent near, The roaring of the sea and waves Fills faithless hearts with fear; May we all undismayed The raging tempests see, Lift up our head and hail with joy Thy great Epiphany.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 4:37] Lord, The Wind And Sea Obey Thee

  Lord, the wind and sea obey Thee, Moon and stars their homage pay Thee; Listen to us, as we pray Thee, Who on Thee for all depend. Bless all travelers and strangers, Safely keep the ocean rangers, Guide them in the midst of dangers: All to Thee we now commend. Bless the friends we’ve left behind us; Closer may our parting bind us: May they dearer, better, find us, When we reach our journey’s end. On our way, dear Lord, direct us; Where we err do Thou correct us; From the powers of ill protect us, From all perils us defend. May we know Thy presence o’er us, See Thy guiding hand before us, Till Thou safely dost restore us, Love to love and friend to friend. Holy God, in mercy bending, Human souls with love befriending, Fit us all for joy unending, When this earthly course doth end.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 4:37] Master, The Tempest Is Raging

  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? Refrain The winds and the waves shall 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, 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. Refrain 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 harbor, And rest on the blissful shore. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 4:37] O Troubled Sea Of Galilee

  O troubled sea of Galilee, When run thy billows high, And through thy dreaded storms I see That pain and death are nigh; O when thy threatening clouds appear And floods impending chill, Through surge and tempest may I hear A voice say, “Peace, be still.” O storied sea of Galilee, Through all the changing years, Thy stress is type of storms to be And sign of rising fears; Thy tempests drive our hopes across The floods of human ill; The conquest o’er all pain and loss Is in thy “Peace, be still.” Thou vaster sea than Galilee, Where may I look for peace? What wondrous power commanding thee Can cause thy winds to cease? Praise God! that o’er all surging tides There broods His sovereign will; That in each inmost soul abides His conquering “Peace, be still.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal