Christ My Song - 1167

The winds were howling o'er the deep - Fourth Sunday after Epiphany (2) (Reginald Heber/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)

Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. (2)

1. The winds were howling o'er the deep,
  each wave a wat'ry hill,
the Saviour wakened from his sleep,
  he spake and all was still. PDF - Midi

2. The madman in a tomb had made
  his mansion of despair;
woe to the traveller who strayed
  with heedless footsteps there!

3. The chains hung broken from his arm,
  such strength can hell supply,
and fiendish hate, and fierce alarm,
  flashed from his hollow eye.

4. He met that glance so thrilling sweet,
  he heard those accents mild,
and, melting at Messiah's feet,
  wept like a weaned child.

5. Oh madder than the raving man!
  oh deafer than the sea;
how long the time since Christ began
  to call in vain on me!

6. 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.

7. 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.

8. 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.

9. Oh thou that every thought canst know,
  and answer every prayer;
oh give me sickness, want, or woe,
  but snatch me from despair!

10. My struggling will by grace control,
  renew my broken vow!
What blessed light breaks on my soul?
  Oh God! I hear thee now.

Reginald Heber, Heber's Hymns, 1870, 26-28.

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