Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Amulet, 1827/Christ Stilling the Tempest
CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
"But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves, for the wind was contrary."
St. Matthew, Chap. xiv. Ver. 24.
Fear was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.
And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill—
But One was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea, Be still!
And the wind ceased—it ceased—that word
Passed through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath his eye.
And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,
As when the righteous falls asleep,
When death's fierce throes are past.
Thou that didst rule the angry hour,
And tame the tempest's mood,—
Oh! send thy Spirit forth in power,
O'er our dark souls to brood!
Thou that didst bow the billow's pride,
Thy mandates to fulfil,—
So speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak and say,—Peace, be still!