10.10

I

Night and a storm, and hearts with sore affright,

Quail in their fears before the tempest's might.

II

Blindly the waves with crested summits roll;

The thunders crash, and terrify the soul.

III

Calmly he sleeps; O Christ, art Thou not Lord?

Speak to the winds, and let them hear Thy word.

IV

Thou hast a power to quell the surging sea,

The waters know Thy voice at Galilee.

V

Wake from Thy sleep! How can the Master sleep,

While danger threatens from the frenzied deep?

VI

Tempest and strife, and angry waves are still;

The waters hear Thy voice, and do Thy will.

VII

Lord of our life, wake to our help we pray,

And still the storms that compass our life's way.