Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Christ on the Waters

by Charlotte Allen

CHRIST ON THE WATERS.

There 's storm upon the mighty deep,
 There 's thunder in the sky;
The winds rage on with reckless sweep,
 Dark clouds are passing by.
Fast flies the lightning o'er the breast
 Of nature's wide domain;
The frightful waves uprear their crest,
 Lashing their "foamy mane."

The world seems falling from its sphere,
 Trembling beneath the blow;
Wildness and darkness, dread and fear,
 A gloomy aspect show.
But, hark! what sound salutes our ears,
 With joy our bosoms fill,
Dispelling all our doubts and fears,
 And whispers, "Peace, be still!"

'T is He, the Ruler of the storm,
 Whose power, waves obey;
Whose holy voice, whose sacred form,
 The elements doth stay.
So He, who stills the raging sea,
 And calms the troubled air,
Can bid all grief and sadness flee,
 And give relief from care.