To Our Sailor Brother

The night, was dark, some nineteen hundred years ago, ’Twas on the sea of Galilee; When men of God across the murky deep did row. Their hands accustomed to the sea. Yet when the billows tossed and fell, Their hearts began to sink in fright; They thought their hour of death did knell, When Jesus came to change their plight. They called to Him to save their souls, So He arose their need to fill: He looked upon the crested rolls, And calmly said, ‘Peace be still’. The heaving stopped...