Acts 27: The soldiers' counsel was to kill the prisoners

Strangers to faith we cannot trust:
If soften'd for a time they be,
Too soon ungrateful and unjust,
Strangers to kind humanity
With Cain, the murderer, they rise,
Their brethren's lives to sacrifice.

The instruments to save their souls
Without remorse the ruffians kill,
Unless our Lord their rage controls,
Our Lord who bids the winds " be still"
And binds the sea, through His command,
In chains of adamantine sand.