Master, the Tempest Is Raging

Master

the tem­pest is rag­ing!

The bil­lows are toss­ing high!

The sky is o’er­sha­dowed with black­ness

No shel­ter or help is nigh;

Carest Thou not that we per­ish?

How canst Thou lie asleep

When each mo­ment so mad­ly is threat­en­ing

A grave in the ang­ry deep?

The winds and the waves shall ob­ey Thy will

Peace

be still!

Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea

Or de­mons or men

or what­ev­er it be

No wa­ters can swal­low the ship where lies

The Mas­ter of ocean

and earth

and skies;

They all shall sweet­ly ob­ey Thy will

Peace

be still! Peace

be still!

They all shall sweet­ly ob­ey Thy will

Peace

peace

be still!

Master

with ang­uish of spir­it

I bow in my grief to­day;

The depths of my sad heart are trou­bled

Oh

wak­en and save

I pray!

Torrents of sin and of ang­uish

Sweep o’er my sink­ing soul;

And I per­ish! I per­ish! dear Mas­ter

Oh

hast­en

and take con­trol.

Master

the ter­ror is ov­er

The ele­ments sweet­ly rest;

Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mir­rored

And Heav­en’s with­in my breast;

Linger

O bless­èd Re­deem­er!

Leave me alone no more;

And with joy I shall make the blest har­bor

And rest on the bliss­ful shore.