"Peace, be Still"

Fiercely came the tempest sweeping,
Down the lake of Galilee;
But the ship where Christ lay sleeping,
Might not sink in that wild sea.

When He rose the tempest chiding,
When He bade the waters rest;
Calm the little ship went gliding
On the blue lake's quiet breast.

And the white waves rushing past her,
Round her keel lay smooth and still;
For the wild waves knew their Master,
And the winds obeyed His will.

Thou Who heard'st those seamen pleading,
Waking at their anguish cry —
Sleep not now, when comfort needing,
Saviour, unto Thee we fly.

When at night our homes are shaken,
And the howling winds we hear —
As in terror we awaken,
Keep us safe from harm and fear.

When the waves of pride or anger,
Rise to vex our hearts within:
Keep us from a greater danger,
From the passion storms of sin.