Darkly the tempest swept
Over the sea;
Fiercely the billows leapt,
Bounding and free;
Sternly each rower bent,
While in the firmament
Clouds were by lightnings rent,
O'er Galilee.

Pillowed, the Master lay,
Rocked by the deep;
Worn with the toil of day,
Weary, asleep;
"Master," they fearful cry,
"Wake to the danger nigh;
Winds from the threatening sky,
Billows that leap."

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Calmly the Master rose--
Winds are assuaged;
Sank into calm repose
Waters that raged,
"Peace!" O Thou Lord of might,
Speak in our dread affright,
When through our troubled night,
Battles are waged.