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Markus 4:38

• [Mrk 4:38] Christ In The Storm

  Galilee’s waters are raging, On them a vessel is tossed; Seamen in terror are calling, “Carest Thou not, we are lost?” Sweetly asleep on a pillow, Maker and Savior He lay; Wild with dismay they awake Him, “Master, we perish,” they say. Refrain Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high, Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I”; Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high, Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I.” Over the noise of the tempest, Over the dash of the wave, Rings the sweet voice of the Savior; See, He is mighty to save; Calmed in a moment the billows, Hushed in an instant to sleep, Stilled is the roar of the wild winds, Steadied their boat on the deep. Refrain Wonderful Jesus, I need Thee, Out in the storm and the strife, Oft it has seemed I was sinking, Tossed on the ocean of life; Speak to the winds and the waters, Each Thy behest must fulfill; Speak to my heart in the tempest, Whispering softly, “Be still.” Refrain When I am toiling in rowing, Almost engulfed in the sea, Make of the billows a pathway, Come thro’ the darkness to me; Failures and terrors will vanish, Soon as I know Thou art nigh; Say to my soul in the danger, “Be not afraid, it is I.” Refrain Waters unknown are awaiting Travelers leaving earth’s shore; Back to this side of the river, Passengers come nevermore; O when that chill tide is bringing Boatmen to bear me away, Galilee’s Conqu’ror, be with me; Pilot me over, I pray. Refrain

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• [Mrk 4:38] Fierce Was The Wild Billow

  Fierce was the billow wild, dark was the night; Oars labored heavily, foam glimmered white. Trembled the mariners; peril was nigh: Then said the God of God, “Peace: it is I.” Ridge of the mountain wave, lower thy crest; Wail of the tempest wind, be thou at rest. Sorrow can never be, darkness must fly, Where saith the Light of light, “Peace: it is I.” Jesus, Deliverer, near to us be; Soothe thou my voyaging over life’s sea; Thou, when the storm of death roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of truth, “Peace: it is I.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mrk 4:38] Lord, Whom Winds And Waves Obey

  Lord, whom winds and waves obey, Guide us through the watery way; In the hollow of Thy hand Hide, and bring us safe to land. Jesus, let our faithful mind Rest, on Thee alone reclined; Every anxious thought repress, Keep our souls in perfect peace. Keep the souls whom now we leave, Bid them to each other cleave; Bid them walk on life’s rough sea; Bid them come by faith to Thee. Save, till all these tempests end, All who on Thy love depend; Waft our happy spirits o’er; Land us on the heavenly shore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 11:13

• [Mrk 11:13] Nothing But Leaves

  Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O’er years of wasted life; O’er sins indulged while conscience slept, O’er vows and promises unkept, And reap, from years of strife— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves Of life’s fair rip’ning grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds— Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Sad mem’ry weaves No veil to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Ah, who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall, at the Savior’s feet, Before the awful judgment seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves!

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  source: Cyberhymnal