Mark 4:37, 38: There arose a great storm of wind, &c

Who sail with our Lord in the ship,
Before we arrive at the skies,
Long toss'd on a perilous deep.
When storms of affliction arise,
We daily in jeopardy live
While sorrow and heaviness seize.
Of death the sad sentence receive
And shrink at a gaping abyss.

The floods of ungodliness swell.
The passionate hurricanes roar.
The prince of the air and of hell
All threaten our souls to devour!
The waves they go over our head,
The waves they beat into the ship,
O'erwhelm us with horrible dread
And whirl us immersed in the deep!

O where is our Friend in distress?
He sleeps, but His heart is awake:
Our danger and trouble He sees,
His church He will never forsake:
He sleeps to redouble our prayers,
Our groans and importunate cries:
And still for His people He cares,
And soon we shall see Him arise.