When tossed on Ga­li­lee’s rough wave,
And fear their anx­ious hearts op­pressed,
The Mas­ter’s voice spoke firm and clear,
And calmed the ang­ry waves to rest.

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It was His voice that stilled the wave,
His heal­ing touch new vi­sion gave;
His might has tri­umphed o’er the grave,
Our Christ alone has pow­er to save.

When he who sight had ne­ver known,
Came to the Lord with plead­ing voice,
That word and touch made dark­ness flee,
And bade the sor­row­ful re­joice.

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When cru­ci­fied on Cal­va­ry,
And in the tomb was laid away,
He rose tri­um­phant o’er the grave,
And lives and reigns with bound­less sway.

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When tri­als thick my path sur­round,
When hope de­parts and gloom des­cends,
A gen­tle voice speaks from above,
And ev­ery dark fore­bod­ing ends.

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