Fourth Sunday after Epiphany

The world's rude tempest rages!
Sough is life's stormy sea!
Lord, save us, or we perish.
We perish without Thee.

Arise, and lay the billows
Around us calm and deep!
Awake, and hid the passions
That swell within us sleep!

Lift up Thyself amongst us,
And let Thy Presence fill
The void that makes the tempest.
Till every heart he still;

Till every sorrow slumber.
And every passion cease.
Then shall we sing our praises
To Thee, the God of peace.

Voice of mighty wonder!
Whom winds and sea obey,
Shall we he found— Thy children —
Less dutiful than they?

Shelter us! Holy Father!
O Holy Spirit! be
Our Comforter, through Jesus,
We perish without Thee!