4 God calms the tumult and the storm; He rules the seraph and the worm; No creature is by Him forgot, Of those who know, or know Him not. 5 And when the last dread hour shall come, While shuddering nature waits her doom, This voice shall call the pious dead, "Lo! it is I; be not afraid." 168. P. M. 1 Lord! Thou didst arise and say 2 Lord! Thy gracious word repeat 169. C. M. 1 When I sink down in gloom or fear, Hope blighted, or delayed, Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer, 2 Or, startled at some sudden blow, 3 Nor will I quit Thy way, though foes From each rough voice the watchword goes, "Be not afraid!-a Friend!" 4 And O! when Judgment's trumpet clear Awakes me from the grave, Still in its echo may I hear, ""T is Christ! He comes to save." 170. P. M. 1 Oft, when the waves of passion rise, 2 But lo! in our extremity He silences our clamorous fear, 3 Ah Lord! if it be thou indeed, 4 He bids me come! his voice I know, And brave the tempest's shock: 5 Come in, come in, thou Prince of Peace! And all the storms of sin shall cease, And fall, no more to rise: O if thy spirit still remain, Our rest on distant shores we gain, 1 2 3 4 Why thus, my soul, cast down? Black though the tempest frown, Wait the fourth watch;-for One who saves Lord! Lord! if it be Thou, Bid me come down to Thee; Jesus, I know Thee now, And walk upon the sea; Faith fails; ah me! the gulph runs high, Save, Lord, I sink! O save, I die! I grasp Thy outstretched hand; The storm is pacified; While winds and waves Thy voice obey, Why, when I know Thy will When Thou say'st, "Peace; be still!" Speak with that all commanding might, Which said to darkness, "Be thou light." 5 Speak with that power, which said. For Thee, like Peter, all forsake, 172. C. M. 1 The Saviour, what a noble flame 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 3 With all his sufferings full in view, Forth to the task his spirit flew; 4 And while his holy sorrows here |