Scripture Verse

A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke Him and said to Him, Teacher, don’t you care if we drown? He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, Peace! Be still! Then the wind died down, and it was completely calm. Mark 4:37–39

Introduction

Words: Lew­is G. Wil­son, 1912.

Music: Beau­fort A. A. Wild, 1894 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Wild’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him or Wilson,

Lyrics

O troubled sea of Ga­li­lee,
When run thy bil­lows high,
And through thy dread­ed storms I see
That pain and death are nigh;
O when thy threat­en­ing clouds ap­pear
And floods im­pend­ing chill,
Through surge and tem­pest may I hear
A voice say, Peace, be still.

O stor­ied sea of Ga­li­lee,
Through all the chang­ing years,
Thy stress is type of storms to be
And sign of ris­ing fears;
Thy tem­pests drive our hopes across
The floods of hu­man ill;
The con­quest o’er all pain and loss
Is in thy Peace, be still.

Thou vast­er sea than Ga­li­lee,
Where may I look for peace?
What won­drous pow­er com­mand­ing thee
Can cause thy winds to cease?
Praise God! that o’er all surg­ing tides
There broods His so­ver­eign will;
That in each in­most soul abides
His con­quer­ing Peace, be still.