Fierce raged the tem­pest o’er the deep,
Watch did Thine an­xious ser­vants keep
But Thou wast wrapped in guile­less sleep,
Calm and still.

Save, Lord, we per­ish, was their cry,
O save us in our ag­ony!
Thy word above the storm rose high,
Peace, be still.

The wild winds hushed; the ang­ry deep
Sank, like a lit­tle child, to sleep;
The sul­len bil­lows ceased to leap,
At Thy will.

So, when our life is cloud­ed o’er,
And storm winds drift us from the shore,
Say, lest we sink to rise no more,
Peace, be still.