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.