Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep
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Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep, Watch did thine anxious servants keep, But thou wast wrapped in guileless sleep, Calm and still. "Save, Lord, we perish," was their cry, "0 save us in our agony!" Thy word above the storm rose high, "Peace, be still." The wild winds hushed; the angry deep Sank, like a little child, to sleep; The sullen billows ceased to leap, At thy will. So, when our life is clouded o'er, And storm-winds drift us from the shore, Say, lest we sink to rise no more, "Peace, be still." |
Tempestas imminet mari, servique invigilant tui, cum tu, quasi inscius mali, dormias. Ut morituri confremunt tuumque auxilium petunt; mox te iubentem audiunt "Sileas!" Venti fluctusque (ut) taceant et sicut infans dormiant, undae salire desinant, imperas. Sic nos cum nubes opprimat, hiems ab ora detrahat, dic, mare ne nos hauriat, "Sileas!" |