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
