| Thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all Thy billows and Thy waves passed over me. (Jonah 2:3) |
| Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. He shall see of the travail of His soul, and shall be satisfied. (Isa. 53:4,11) |
The tempest’s awful voice was heard; O Christ, it broke on Thee; Thy open bosom was my ward; It bore the storm for me; Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred; Now cloudless peace for me. |