A grave in the angry deep?

When each moment so madly is threat’ning

Carest thou not that we perish?

No shelter or help is nigh.

The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness.

The billows are tossing high!

1. Master, the tempest is raging!

[Chorus]

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.