Master, the tempest is raging
Oh, the billows are tossing high
The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness

Oh, no shelter, no shelter, nor help is nigh

Carest thou not that we perish?

Oh, how can thou lie asleep?
When it seems like each moment is so madly threatning
A grave, a grave, a grave in the angry deep


CHORUS:
The wind and the waves shall obey thy will

Peace be still, peace be still
Peace be still, peace be still
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea

Or demons, or men or whatever may 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, peace be still