Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness,
Nor shelter or help is nigh;
Carest thou not that we perish?
How canst thou lie asleep
When each moment so madly is threat'ning
A grave in the angry deep?

The winds and the waves shall obey they will:
"Peace, be still!"
Whether the wraths of the storm-tossed see,
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 thy will -
"Peace, be still! Peace, be still!"
They all shall sweetly obey thy will -
"Peace, peace, be still!"