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Children, I'll tell a story of the sea, And Him who walk'd upon it. It was night, Dark night, and the loud winds howl'd fearfully Along the madden'd billows. O'er these waves In all their pride and anger, Jesus came. —A ship lay tossing there, and the strain'd eyes Of the storm-driven mariners were bent On Him with terror, for they did not know Their Master in that hour. But at the sound Of his blest voice that cheer'd their fainting hearts, Peter, with eager footstep hasted down To meet his Lord. The wild and boisterous blast Made him afraid, and the cold surge came up Against his shuddering breast. "Save me!" he cried, "Save, or I perish."