“Do you not care that we are perishing?”
Master, can thy follower be
Excluded from thy care,
Tossed on life’s tempestuous sea,
And sinking in despair?
Now command the storm to rest,
Hush the wind, the sea reprove,
Spread throughout this troubled breast
A calm of faith and love.
Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762)
sound :: Gimme Shelter, Merry Clayton (1970)