As Jesus got into a boat, his disciples followed him.

Suddenly a violent storm came up on the sea,

so that the boat was being swamped by waves;

but he was asleep.

They came and woke him, saying,

“Lord, save us!  We are perishing!”

He said to them, “Why are you terrified, O you of little faith?”

Then he got up, rebuked the winds and the sea,

and there was great calm.

The men were amazed and said, “What sort of man is this,

whom even the winds and the sea obey?”

Matthew 8:23-27

Then we were terrified
and begged to see your power
when storm-flung waves crashed o'er the side
and panic ruled the hour.

What did we hope to see,
O we of little faith?
Not God, who caused the world to be,
commanding wind and wave.

More than the storm of fear,
this silence shakes our souls.
The louring skies begin to clear
of clouds your word controls.

As we, who feared our death
as if it were the end,
now shrink before a height and breadth
we cannot comprehend.

What sort of man are you,
who slumbers in the storm?
It disappeared at your rebuke,
and left us weatherworn.

O more than we can know,
sail with us through the world,
and if you sleep when tempests blow,
yet save us still, O Lord!