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<h2>MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke Him and said to Him, ‘Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?’ He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, ‘Peace! Be still!’ Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.” Mark 4:37-39</h3></p>
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<td align="center" width="187"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_p_a_palmer_hr.jpg" alt="Horatio Richmond Palmer (1834-1907)" width="124.666666666667" height="198.666666666667"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Chautauqua Institution Archives</span></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_baker_ma.html" target="_blank">Mary A. Baker</a>, 1874:
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<p>Dr. Palmer requested me to prepare several songs on the subject of the current Sunday-school lessons. One of the themes was “Christ Stilling the Tempest.” It so expressed an experience I had recently passed through, that this hymn was the result. A very dear and only brother, a young man of rare loveliness and promise of character, had been laid in the grave, a victim of the same disease that had already taken father and mother. His death occurred
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under peculiarly distressing circumstances. He was more than a thousand miles away from home, seeking in the balmy air of the sunny South the healing that our colder climate could not give. Suddenly he grew worse. The writer was ill and could not go to him. For two weeks the long lines of telegraph wires carried back and forth messages between the dying brother and his waiting sisters, ere the word came which told us that our beloved brother was no
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longer a dweller on the earth. Although we mourned not as those without hope, and although I had believed on Christ in early childhood and had always desired to give the Master a consecrated and obedient life, I became wickedly rebellious at this dispensation of divine providence. I said in my heart that God did not care for me or mine. But the Master’s own voice stilled the tempest in my unsanctified heart, and brought it to the
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calm of a deeper faith and a more perfect trust.</p>
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<p>When American president James Garfield was assassinated in 1881, the hymn was sung at several of the funeral services held in his honor throughout the country.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_p_a_palmer_hr.html" target="_blank">Horatio Richmond Palmer</a>, 1874 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_mastertt.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Master, the tempest is raging!<br>
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The billows are tossing high!<br>
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The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness,<br>
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No shelter or help is nigh;<br>
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Carest Thou not that we perish?<br>
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How canst Thou lie asleep,<br>
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When each moment so madly is threatening<br>
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A grave in the angry deep?</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">The winds and the waves obey Thy will,<br>
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Peace, be still!<br>
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Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea,<br>
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Or demons or men, or whatever it be<br>
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No waters can swallow the ship where lies<br>
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The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;<br>
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They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,<br>
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Peace, be still! Peace, be still!<br>
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They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,<br>
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Peace, peace, be still!</p>
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<p>Master, with anguish of spirit<br>
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I bow in my grief today;<br>
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The depths of my sad heart are troubled<br>
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Oh, waken and save, I pray!<br>
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Torrents of sin and of anguish<br>
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Sweep o’er my sinking soul;<br>
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And I perish! I perish! dear Master<br>
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Oh, hasten, and take control.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>Master, the terror is over,<br>
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The elements sweetly rest;<br>
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Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored,<br>
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And heaven’s within my breast;<br>
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Linger, O blessèd Redeemer!<br>
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Leave me alone no more;<br>
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And with joy I shall make the blest harbor,<br>
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And rest on the blissful shore.</p>
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