He arose and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,
Mark 4:39Peace, be still.
And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 750. Voyage of life.
Music: Auctoritate Saeculi Angers church tune (🔊 pdf nwc).
Alternate Tunes:
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
This world’s a rough and stormy sea,
Where winds arise and tempests roar;
On every hand the quicksands lie,
The rocks are near, remote’s the shore.
Though mountainous the waters stand,
And dare to lift their voice on high;
When Jesus speaks, at His command,
The waves subside, the tumults die.
The soul’s a vessel rudely tossed,
By tempest on this troubled sea;
But not a saint shall e’er be lost,
Who seeks for refuge, Lord, in Thee.
Then let the swelling billows roar,
In awful majesty be dressed;
I’ll brave them all to gain the shore,
The haven of eternal rest.