The storm is chang'd into a calm at his command and will; So that the waves, which rag'd before, now quiet are and still.
Who noise of seas, noise of their waves, and people's tumult, stills.
Ev'n in the raging of the sea thou over it dost reign; And when the waves thereof do swell, thou stillest them again.
Those in the utmost parts that dwell are at thy signs afraid: Th' outgoings of the morn and ev'n by thee are joyful made.