His power and miracles proclaim him God.
I see the wild winds suddenly grow calm
When Christ commands; I see the storm-
Grow smooth, with tranquil surface bright,
At Christ's behest; I see the waves grow firm
As the raging flood sustains his treading
He walks dry-shod upon the flowing tide
And bears upon the flood with footsteps
He chides the winds and bids the tempest
Who could command the stormy gales:
Your strongholds keep and leave the bound-
Except the Lord and maker of the winds?....
Who on the sea could walk, who with firm
Upon the flood could without sinking tread
That path with soles upborne and feet
Except the author of the deep, the
Poured from the Father's lips, that moved across
The waves, not yet hemmed in by solid
-Prudentius, A Hymn on the Trinity.