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JESUS WALKS ON THE SEA,
AND CALMS THE STORM.
Loud blew the storm of night; the thwarting surgeDashed, boiling on the labouring bark: Dismay,
From face to face reflected, spread around:—
When, lo! upon a towering wave is seen
The semblance of a foamy wreath, upright,
Move onward to the ship: The helmsman starts,
And quits his hold; the voyagers, appalled,
Shrink from the fancied Spirit of the Flood:
But when the voice of Jesus, with the storm
Soft mingled, It is I, be not afraid,
Fear fled, and joy lightened from eye to eye.
Up he ascends, and, from the rolling side,
Surveys the tumult of the sea and sky
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Sinks to a sudden calm; the clouds disperse;
The moon-beam trembles on the face divine,
Reflected mildly in the unruffled deep.
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