Christ in the Storm

Galilee’s wa­ters are rag­ing

On them a ves­sel is tossed;

Seamen in ter­ror are call­ing

Carest Thou not

we are lost?

Sweetly asleep on a pil­low

Maker and Sav­ior He lay;

Wild with dis­may they awake Him

Master

we per­ish

they say.

Speak thro’ the storm when the bil­lows run high

Say to my soul

Do not fear

it is I;

Speak thro’ the storm when the bil­lows run high

Say to my soul

Do not fear

it is I

Over the noise of the tem­pest

Over the dash of the wave

Rings the sweet voice of the Sav­ior;

See

He is migh­ty to save;

Calmed in a mo­ment the bil­lows

Hushed in an in­stant to sleep

Stilled is the roar of the wild winds

Steadied their boat on the deep.

Wonderful Je­sus

I need Thee

Out in the storm and the strife

Oft it has seemed I was sink­ing

Tossed on the ocean of life;

Speak to the winds and the wa­ters

Each Thy be­hest must ful­fill;

Speak to my heart in the tem­pest

Whispering soft­ly

Be still.;

When I am toil­ing in row­ing

Almost en­gulfed in the sea

Make of the bil­lows a path­way

Come thro’ the dark­ness to me;

Failures and ter­rors will van­ish

Soon as I know Thou art nigh;

Say to my soul in the dan­ger

Be not afraid

it is I.;

Waters un­known are await­ing

Travelers leav­ing earth’s shore;

Back to this side of the riv­er

Passengers come nev­er­more;

O when that chill tide is bring­ing

Boatmen to bear me away

Galilee’s Con­qu’ror

be with me;

Pilot me ov­er

I pray.