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

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

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

4 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.'