Master the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o’er shadowed 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 sad hearts 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 element sweetly rest; Earth’s sun is 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.