1 A little ship was on the sea,
It was a pretty sight;
It sailed along so pleasantly,
And all was calm and bright.
When lo! a storm began to rise,
The wind grew loud and strong;
It blew the clouds across the skies,
It blew the waves along.

2 And all, but One, were sore afraid
Of sinking in the deep;
His head was on a pillow laid,
And He was fast asleep.
"Master, we perish: Master, save!"
They cried: their Master heard;
He rose, rebuked the wind and wave,
And stilled them with a word.

3 He to the storm says, "Peace, be still!"
The raging billows cease;
The mighty winds obey His will,
And all are hushed to peace.
Oh, well we know it was the Lord,
Our Savior and our friend;
Whose care of those who trust His word
Will never, never end.

4 A noble ship, our country dear,
Has weathered many a gale—
Yet now a storm beats so severe
That many stout hearts quail.
But One who rides above the storm
Can save us from all ill;
We only wait to hear His voice
Commanding, Peace, be still!

5 O Jesus, Master! hear, we pray
Remove the chastening rod;
Let not our foes exulting say,
"There is no help in God."
From threatening storms preserve our land,
Rebuke the wind and waves;
And let us, one united band,
Rejoice in God, who saves.