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,
Luke 8:23–24Master, Master, we perish.
Then He arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm.
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).
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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