Classic Poem

The sun was set, the night was wild,
Rough winds o'er sullen waters swept;
But calmly as a tirèd child
Jesus slept.

“Save us, we perish; save us, Lord.”
He rose, and only breathed His will:
The winds and waters knew His word,
“Peace, be still.”

Ah! wilder than the wildest waves,
Dark passions, surging up from hell,
Within the breast of Satan's slaves
Rage and swell.

He spoke, and at His accents sweet,
Demoniacs trembled, sore afraid,
And soon, as learners at His feet,
Knelt and pray'd.

O Master of creation's realm,
O Lord of human hearts divine,
When rugged tempests overwhelm
Me and mine:

Come then to me, my Saviour, come;
Bid Thou the stormy tumult cease,
And whisper through the troubled gloom
Peace, Thy peace.