1 When the distress'd Disciples were
On raging billows toss'd,
Their mind were fill'd with dread and fear
They gave themselves for lost.
2 But O, how soon the seas obey'd!
When Jesus spake on board;
How soon her blasts and storms were laid
At his commanding word.
3 When troubles like the swelling waves
Oppress our feeble mind,
Yet when we cry, O Saviour save!
Deliv'rence we shall find.
4 Should we be drove by wind and tide!
And beaten from the cape;
The Lord will ever more provide
A way for our escape.
5 Our faith however, weak it is!
We shall not quite dispair;
The Lord who gave his promises
Will always hear our prayer.
6 Dear Lord, since thy dear Church below
Is like a ship on Sea,
Which oft is driven to and fro
In much perplexity.
7 Calm thou, her mind in all alarm
And aid her weak effort,
Conduct her safe thro' every storm
To reach the happy Port.
|First Line:||When the distress'd Disciples were|
|Topic:||Fourth Sunday after Epiphany|