Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HYMN: FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 1, by REGINALD HEBER


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HYMN: FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 1, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming
Last Line: "rebuke the destroyer -- ""help, lord! Or we perish!"
Subject(s): Jesus Christ - Legends


WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming.
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish,
We fly to our Maker -- "Help, Lord! or we perish!"

Oh Jesus! once toss'd on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
Now, seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries in his danger -- "Help, Lord! or we perish!"

And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When hell in our heart his wild warfare is waging,
Arise in Thy strength Thy redeemed to cherish,
Rebuke the destroyer -- "Help, Lord! or we perish!"





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