AND, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves: but he was asleep. And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish. And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm.
AND now, our God, as we sing the praises of thy Rising, pilot our life, and grant thy peace unto us, O thou that lovest mankind.
Matins, Sundays of the Plagal of the Fourth Tone. Source.
O IMMACULATE Lady, calm amid this life for storm-tossed mortals, sure and firm anchor, and harbour, and pilotage: by it dost thou guide us, and lead us by the hand.
Theotokion, Matins, October 8. Source.
SUNSET and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Sir Hubert Parry / St Paul’s Cathedral Choir
BELOVED, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.
1 John 3:2