
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #329 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Mark! when tempestuous winds arise,
The wild confusion and uproar;
All ocean mixing with the skies,
And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore.
2 Not less confusion racks the mind,
By its own fierce ideas tots;
Calm reason is to rage resign'd,
And in the whirl of passion lost.
3 O self-tormenting child of pride,
Anger, bred up in hate and strife!
Ten thousand ill, by thee supply'd,
Mingle the cup of bitter life.
4 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's ev'ning ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day!
5 No friendships broke their bosoms sting,
No jars their peaceful tent invade;
Secure beneath th' almighty wing,
And foes to none, of none afraid.
6 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild!
Inspire our hearts, our souls possess;
Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us as we aim to bless. Topics: Personal Duties Languages: English
Mark! when tempestuous winds arise