FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. I. H. H. M. LORD! Thou didst arise and say Down they sank, the foamy seas; Lord! Thy gracious word repeat Quell the fierce and changing crowd! From its restless strife and woes; FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. II. FROM PSALM LXXXIX. WITH reverence let the just appear His high commands attentive hear, Thy words, oh God! the wind control, Justice and judgement are Thy throne, FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. III. FROM PSALM XCIII. WITH glory clad, with might array'd, The swelling floods in tumult rise, And foam and lash the sounding shore. The Lord, the mighty God from high Oh Saviour! make Thy servants pure, And calm our souls that proudly swell; For all Thy laws are fix'd and sure, And peace becomes Thy temple well! FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. IV. R. H. WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, Oh Jesus! once toss'd on the breast of the billow, Who cries in his danger-" Help, Lord! or we perish!" And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When hell in our heart his wild warfare is waging, Arise in Thy strength Thy redeemed to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer-" Help, Lord! or we perish!" FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. V. R. H. THE winds were howling o'er the deep, Each wave a watʼry hill, The Saviour waken'd from His sleep, He spake and all was still. The madman in a tomb had made Woe to the traveller who strayed The chains hung broken from his arm, He met that glance so thrilling sweet, Oh madder than the raving man! How long the time since Christ began, |