p. 1 | ON GALILEE

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 13, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 11.

ON GALILEE.

Down the bright vale of Galilee A tempest swept, the night fell dark, And out upon the stormy sea In peril toiled a lonely bark.

And one on board, in welcome rest, Was sleeping sweetly as the child That's rocked upon its mother's breast, Unmoved by winds or billows wild.

The men beheld his weary form, And none could wish to break his rest, But darker, louder grew the storm, And harder was the vessel press'd.

Stout hearts were there, and men of skill That long had sailed their native lake, But naught avails, the ship must fill; Oh, will the Master not awake?

Then rose above the breaking wave The cry of mingled faith and fear, “We sink, O Lord; wilt thou not save? Let not thy servants perish here!”

The wearied Jesus rose from sleep, He glanced into the storm and night; “Be still,” he said. And lo! the deep, Like his own face grew calm and bright.

What wondering joy abounded then— A placid sea, a welcome strand; Ah, favored boat! O happy men! To have such present help at hand.

Dear Lord, hast thou not servants still On earth who know thy love and power? Sustain our hearts, our bosoms fill With trust, against the trying hour.

But should the erring soul grow dark, And waves of passion o'er it sweep, Ah, do not leave the foundering bark, But save us from the yawning deep. —Sel.