Scripture Verse

There came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled with water, and were in jeopardy. And they came to Him, and awoke Him, saying, Master, Master, we perish. Then He arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm. Luke 8:23–24

Introduction

Words & Mu­sic: A. J. Fish, in Dew Drops of Sac­red Song, ed­it­ed by Tul­li­us C. O’Kane (New York; Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio; Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois; & St. Lou­is, Mis­sou­ri: Phi­lip Phil­lips and Hitch­cock & Wal­den, 1870), num­ber 21 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Fish’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

illustration
Christ in the Storm on the Sea of Galilee
Rembrandt van Rijn (1606–1669)

Lyrics

The way is dark be­fore me,
Black clouds are o’er me spread;
The tem­pest ga­thers round me,
And forms above my head.
The sun hath ceased its shin­ing,
And wea­ry grows the day;
Oh, hear my pray­er, my Fa­ther,
And roll the clouds away.

Refrain

Oh, roll the clouds away,
Oh, roll the clouds away,
Oh, roll the clouds away,
And send a bright­er, bet­ter day.

The drea­ry rain is fall­ing,
The clouds are fly­ing past;
The an­gry light­ning flash­es,
The thun­der’s roll­ing fast;
I’m wait­ing still, my Fa­ther,
And long­ing for the day,
When Thou shalt calm the tem­pest,
And roll the clouds away.

Refrain

O Lord, dis­pel the dark­ness,
And let me see the light;
Oh, break away the tem­pest,
And let the sun­shine bright;
Oh, speak the rain from fall­ing,
Oh, clear my soul’s sad day;
Oh, stop the thun­der’s roll­ing,
Oh, roll the clouds away.

Refrain