Christ Stilling the Tempest

Fear was in the tossing bark When stormy winds grew loud And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bow\u27d And men stood breathless in their dread And baffeled in their skill But ONE was there, who rose and said To the wild sea Be still! To the wild sea Be still! And the wind ceased it ceased that word Pass\u27d the gloomy sky The troubled billows knew their Lord And sank beneath his eye. And Slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast As when the righteous fall asleep, When death\u27s fierce throes are past When death\u27s fierce throes are past Thou that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempests mood Oh! send they Spirit forth in pow\u27r O\u27er our dark souls to brood! Thou that didst bow the billows pride Thy mandates to fulfil So speak to passion\u27s raging tide Speak and say Peace, be still Peace, be stil