Master, the tempest is raging

Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high I The sky is o'er-shadowed 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 My will! Peace ! ...be stilt ! . . . Whether the wrath of the storm-tost 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 My will ; Peace ! be still! Peace ! be still ! They all shall sweetly obey My will ; Peace I peace ! be still ! 2 Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief to-day; The depths of my sad heart arc 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. 3 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 blessed Redeemer, Leave me alone no more : And with joy I shall make the blest harbour, And rest on the blissful shore.