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, 20 where is He that trod the sea? The deaf ears open shake? And mildest words arrest the haste Of fever's deadly fire; And strong ones heal the weak, who cr In all the tempests of the soul, 3 A frail one, thrice denying Thee, In hours of sin and deep distress, In penitential loneliness, O give us, Jesus, grace! 4 The faithful few retire in fear mf Lord, come to us, unloose our bands, And bid our terrors cease; Lift over us Thy blessed hands, C. Wordsworth. 108 Peace, be still... and there was a great calm.-MARK iv. 39. f 1 DIERCE was the wild billow, PP FIER Dark was the night, Oars laboured heavily, Foam glimmered white. Then said the God of God, PP p 2 Ridge of the mountain wave, PP 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. f But One was there, who rose and said p 3 And slumber settled on the deep, dim They sank, as flowers that fold to sleep mf 4 0 Thou, that in its wildest hour Send Thy meek spirit forth in power, 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. A men. 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 on eagles' wings we move 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 Till we too change from grace to grace, 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; |