And he sayed vnto them: Wher is your faythe? They feared and woundered saiynge one to another, what felowe is this: for he commaundeth both the windes & water, & they obey him?
Who hath climed vp into heauen? Who hath come down from thence? Who hath holden the wynd fast in his hand? Who hath comprehended the waters in a garment? Who hath set al the endes of the worlde? What is his name, or his sonnes name? Canst thou tel?
If the grasse whiche is to daye in the fielde and to morowe shalbe caste into the fornace, God so cloth: howe muche more wyl he clothe you, o ye endued with lytell faythe.
Iesus sayd vnto them: Because of your vnbelefe. For I saye verely vnto you: if ye hadde faith as a grayn of a mustard seede, ye should say vnto thys mountayne, remoue hence too yonder place, and it shoulde remoue, neyther shoulde any thyng be impossible for you too do.
Wherfore if God so clothe the grasse, which is to day in the felde, and to morowe shall be cast in to the fournace: shall he not much more do the same vnto you, o ye of lytle fayth?
And they went to him and awoke him saiyng: Maister Maister we are loste. Then he rose & rebuked the winde & the tempeste of the water, & they ceased, & it wexed calme.