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 threatning A grave in the angry deep?
The winds and the waves shall obey thy will Peace, be still Peace, be still Peace, be still 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 sky They all shall sweetly obey thy will Peace, peace, be still
