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HYMN: FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The winds were howling o'er the deep
Last Line: O god! I hear thee now.
Subject(s): Messiah


THE winds were howling o'er the deep,
Each wave a wat'ry hill,
The Saviour waken'd 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 stray'd
With heedless footstep there!

The chains hung broken from his arm,
Such strength can hell supply,
And fiendish hate, and fierce alarm
Flash'd from his hollow eye.

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

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

He call'd me when my thoughtless prime
Was early ripe to ill;
I pass'd from folly on to crime,
And yet He call'd me still.

He call'd 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.

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

My struggling will by grace controul,
Renew my broken vow!
What blessed light breaks on my soul?
O God! I hear Thee now.





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