Saturday, February 20, 2021

Saturday Synaxis

 

Great Ruler of all nature's frame, we own Thy pow'r divine:
We hear Thy breath in every storm, for all the winds are Thine.
Thy mercy tempers every blast to them that seek Thy face;
And mingles with the tempest's roar the whispers of Thy grace.
Those gentle whispers let me hear, till all the tumult cease;
And gales of paradise shall lull my weary soul to peace.

- Philip Doddridge

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