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106 Miracles which God did by Him in the midst of you.-ACTS ii. 22. WHERE is He that trod the sea? O where is He that spake,

And demons from their victims flee,
The dead their slumbers break?
The palsied rise in freedom strong,
The dumb men talk and sing,
And from blind eyes, benighted long,
Bright beams of morning spring.

20 where is He that trod the sea?
O where is He that spake,-
And piercing words of liberty

The deaf ears open shake?

And mildest words arrest the haste

Of fever's deadly fire;

And strong ones heal the weak, who

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In all the tempests of the soul,
O blessed Jesus, hear!

3 A frail one, thrice denying Thee,
Saw mercy in Thine eyes;
The penitent upon the tree
Was borne to paradise.

In hours of sin and deep distress,
O show us, Lord, Thy face;

In penitential loneliness,

O give us, Jesus, grace!

4 The faithful few retire in fear
To their closed upper room,
But suddenly, with joyful cheer,
They see their Master come.

mf Lord, come to us, unloose our bands, And bid our terrors cease;

Lift over us Thy blessed hands,
Speak, holy Jesus, peace.

C. Wordsworth.

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Peace, be still... and there was a great calm.-MARK iv. 39.

f 1 DIERCE was the wild billow,

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Dark was the night,

Oars laboured heavily,

Foam glimmered white.
Trembled the mariners,
Peril was high;

Then said the God of God,
'Peace, it is I!'

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p 2 Ridge of the mountain wave,

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3 Jesu, Deliverer,

Lower thy crest;

Wail of Euroclydon,

Be thou at rest;

Sorrow can never be,

Darkness must fly,

Where saith the Light of Light,

'Peace, it is I!'

Come Thou to me;

Soothe Thou my voyaging

Over life's sea;

Thou, when the storm of death

Roars, sweeping by,

Whisper, O Truth of Truth,

'Peace, it is I!'

Anatolius, tr. J M. Neale.

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But One was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea-'Be still.'

p 3 And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast:

dim They sank, as flowers that fold to sleep
When sultry day is past.

mf 4 0 Thou, that in its wildest hour
Didst rule the tempest's mood,

Send Thy meek spirit forth in power,
Soft on our souls to brood.

5 Thou, that didst bow the billows' pride,

Thy mandate to fulfil,

O speak to passion's raging tide,

Speak, and say, 'Peace be still.'

Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans.

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MASTER, it is good to be

High on the mountain here with Thee, Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days;Who once received on Horeb's height The eternal laws of truth and right, Or caught the still, small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.

20 Master, it is good to be

With Thee, and with Thy faithful three ;-
Here, where the apostle's heart of rock
Is nerved against temptation's shock;
Here, where the son of thunder learns
The thought that breathes, the word that
burns;

Here, where on eagles' wings we move
With Him whose last best creed is Love.

3 0 Master, it is good to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee, And watch Thy glistering raiment glow Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow,

The human lineaments that shine
Irradiant with a light divine,

Till we too change from grace to grace,
Gazing on that transfigured face.

4 Lord, it is good for us to be

In life's worst anguish close to Thee, Within the overshadowing cloud Which wraps us in its awful shroud: We wist not what to think or say, Our spirits sink in sore dismay; They tell us of the dread' decease': But yet to linger here is peace.

5 0 Master, it is good to be

Here on the Holy Mount with Thee;
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly Voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice,
Though love wax cold and faith be dim ;-
"This is My Son ! O hear ye Him!'
A. P. Stanley.

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