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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
To the troubled waters, "Peace,"
And the tempest died away;
Down they sank, the foamy seas;
And a calm and heaving sleep
Spread o'er all the glassy deep,
And the azure lake serene
Like another Heaven was seen!

2 Lord! Thy gracious word repeat
To the billows of the proud!
Quell the tyrant's martial heat,
Quell the fierce and changing crowd!
Till the earth shall find repose
From its restless strife and woes,
And an imaged Heaven appear
On our world of darkness here.

169. C. M.

1 When I sink down in gloom or fear, Hope blighted, or delayed,

Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer,
"'Tis I; be not afraid!"

2 Or, startled at some sudden blow,
If fretful thoughts I feel,
"Fear not, for it is I!" shall flow,
As balm my wound to heal.

3 Nor will I quit Thy way, though foes
Some onward pass defend;

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,
And storms of life conceal the skies,
And o'er the ocean sweep;
Tossed in the long tempestuous night,
We feel no ray of heavenly light,
To cheer the lonely deep.

2 But lo! in our extremity
The Saviour walking on the sea!
E'en now he passes by!

He silences our clamorous fear,
And mildly says, "Be of good cheer;
Be not afraid; 't is I."

3 Ah Lord! if it be thou indeed,
So near us in our time of need,
So good, so strong to save;
Speak the kind word of power to me,
Bid me believe, and come to thee,
Swift-walking on the wave.

4 He bids me come! his voice I know,
And boldly on the waters go,

And brave the tempest's shock:
O'er rude temptations now I bound;
The billows yield a solid ground,
The wave is firm as rock!

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,
Our haven in the skies.

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Why thus, my soul, cast down?
And why disquieted?

Black though the tempest frown,
The surge pass o'er thy head;

Wait the fourth watch;-for One who saves
Comes to thee, walking on the waves.

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;
We climb the vessel's side;
And lo! we touch the land,

The storm is pacified;

While winds and waves Thy voice obey,
O why am I more deaf than they?

Why, when I know Thy will
Is my salvation, Lord,

When Thou say'st, "Peace; be still!"
How can I doubt Thy word?

Speak with that all commanding might,

Which said to darkness, "Be thou light."

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Speak with that power, which said.
To Peter, "Follow Me!"
Called Lazarus from the dead;
Then must I yield to Thee,

For Thee, like Peter, all forsake,
Like Lazarus, from the dead awake.

172. C. M.

1 The Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in his breast,
When, hasting to Jerusalem,
He marched before the rest!

2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His every thought engross;
He goes to be baptized with blood;
He goes to meet the cross.

3 With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,

Forth to the task his spirit flew;
'T was love that urged him on.

4 And while his holy sorrows here
Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

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