SIMON PETER

ELIZABETH EARL JONES.

Over the sea of human fear,
Where winds and waves surged angrily,
The Master's voice rang soft and clear,
As o'er the sea he came to me.

I heard and felt his "Peace, be still,"
And gone was every shadow grave;
I looked, and lo, a joyous thrill!
He walked triumphant o'er the wave.

Why should I ever fear the storm?
Still o'er its waves my Lord I see;
In danger's hour I feel his calm,
And Love still lights my Calvary.

And ever, through the passing years,
That same sweet voice calls back to me:
"Oh, leave thy longings and thy tears,
Come, Simon Peter, follow me!

"Lovest thou me? Then feed my sheep,
And lead my lambkins tenderly;
The mountain path is long and steep,—
The fainting fold hath need of thee."

Now, through Christ's ministrations sweet,
Love heals the sick, the hungry feeds;
We leave our burdens at his feet,—
Rejoicing, following where he leads.

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