The winds and billows loudly roar We flounder in the deep Our bark is frail, far off the shore, And Jesus is asleep. "Save us, we perish, Lord," they cry; To Thee we fly for aid; "Awake! awake!" they say; but why So faithless and afraid? His head is pillow'd on the stern, As Man He is asleep; As God He all things does discern, And endless vigils keep. He does the elements control; By His Almighty Will. The angry waves their surges roll; And at His Word are still. O ye, who in the Church's Bark O'er life's rough ocean sail, When all around is drear and dark, and human efforts fail,Keď mám pred očami ʿlsẖạn bạḥbk چىندىق بئر عانا قۇدايدا Glory now to Thee be given Mio papà Quiero en tus manos el barro ser lyh qwltlh Zda strážným svého bratra jsem Пасхальная встреча Fiocco di neve
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