Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By II. The Great Calm (Fierce raged the tempest)Godfrey Thring (18231894)
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Watch did Thine anxious servants keep,
But Thou wast wrapt in guileless sleep,
Calm and still.
“O save us in our agony!”
Thy word above the storm rose high,—
“Peace, be still!”
Sank, like a little child, to sleep,
The sullen billows ceased to leap,
At Thy will.
And storm-winds drift us from the shore,
Say, lest we sink to rise no more,
“Peace, be still!”