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
