242 Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep

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!" Thy 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 sullen 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."