A LITTLE SHIP WAS ON THE
SEA.
A little ship was on the
sea,
It was a pretty sight;
It sailed along so
pleasantly,
And all was calm and bright.
The sun was sinking in the
west;
The shore was near at hand;
And those on board with
hearts at rest,
Thought soon to reach the
land.
When Lo! a storm began to
rise;
The wind grew loud and
strong;
It blew the clouds across
the skies;
It blew the waves along.
And all but One were sore
afraid
Of sinking in the deep;
His head was on a pillow
laid,
And He was fast asleep.
“Master, we perish; Master,
save!”
They cried; their Master
heard;
He rose, rebuked the wind
and wave,
And stilled them with a
word.
He to the storm said,
“Peace, be still!”
The raging billows cease;
The mighty winds obey His
will,
And all are hushed in peace.
They greatly wondered – so
may we,
And ask as well as they-
Who could this glorious
Person be
Whom winds and seas obey?
O well we know it was the
Lord,
The Saviour and the Friend,
Whose care of those who
trust His Word
Will never, never end.