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The winds were howling o'er the deep




The winds were howling o'er the deep,
Each wave a watery hill,
The Saviour wakened from his sleep,
He spake, and all was still.


The madman in a tomb had made
His mansion of despair;
Woe to the traveller who strayed
With heedless footsteps there!


He met that glance so thrilling sweet.
He heard those accents mild,
And, melting at Messiah's feet,
Wept like a weaned child.


O madder than the raving man!
O deafer than the sea!
How long the time since Christ began
To call in vain on me?


He called me when my thoughtless prime
Was early ripe to ill;
I passed from folly on to crime,
And yet he called me still.


He called me in the time of dread
When death was full in view,
I trembled on my feverish bed,
And rose to sin anew.


Yet could I hear him once again,
As I have heard of old,
Methinks he should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.


O thou that every thought canst know,
And answer every prayer;
O give me sickness, want, or woe,
But snatch me from despair!


My struggling will by grace control,
Renew my broken vow!
That blessed light breaks on my soul?
O God! I hear thee now.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Mk 4:36-41; Mk 5:1-19;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1889# 697
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. BERNARD
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1741
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