The troubled sea can never rest

Verse 1
The troubled sea can never rest:
The storm they carry in their breast,
When gusts of passion rise:
Pride, malice, wrath, and every sin
Keep up the hurricane within,
And mingle earth and skies.

Verse 2
But most disturb’d the wicked are,
If Christ their lawful captive bear
Beyond the reach of hell,
Of Satan ready to devour,
And save a soul from all their power,
And in Himself conceal.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘There was no small stir among the soldiers, what was become of Peter.’—[Acts 12,] v. 18.” This hymn appears in the 1764 manuscript “MS Acts.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/555, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 1). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in S.T. Kimbrough Jr. and Oliver A. Beckerlegge, eds., The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, vol. 2 (Nashville: Kingswood Books, 1990), page 348.
Publishing: Public Domain