Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh;
“Carest Thou not that we perish?” How canst Thou lie asleep,
When each moment so madly is threatening
A grave in the angry deep?
Chorus:
“The winds and the waves shall obey My will.
Peace, be still!”
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea,
Or demons, or men, or whatever it be,
No water can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean and earth and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey My will;
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey My will;
Peace, peace, be still!
Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today;
The depths of my sad heart are troubled;
O waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish sweep o’er my sinking soul!
And I perish! I perish, dear Master;
O hasten, and take control!
Master, the terror is over, the elements sweetly rest;
Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored,
And heaven’s within my breast.
Linger, O blessed Redeemer, leave me alone no more;
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor,
And rest on the blissful shore.