Religion
Fourth Sunday after Epiphany
From Spiritual Songs for the Sundays and Holydays (1861)
Why my soul so sad and fearful,
Crossing life's dark ocean tide!
Why that upward eye so tearful!
Christ is sleeping by thy side!
Tho' the storm and tossing billow
Seem the only presence near,
Christ is nearer, on a pillow
Sleeping by thee — wherefore fear!
Wakes the storm! — it is to try thee!
Sleeps the Christ? — 'tis for thy sake!
Let thy heart but feel Him nigh thee,
Lift thy voice — and He'll awake:
Hell awake, and wind and ocean
Soon shall bow before His will,
All thy weary heart's emotion
Hushed before His ' Peace be still.'
Codex Note
Text: And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith ? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea ; and there was a great calm. — Matth. viii. 26.
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