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 threat’ning A grave in the angry deep?
Refrain: 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 blessed Redeemer! Leave me alone no more; And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, And rest on the blissful shore.
Source:
The Cyber Hymnal (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/m/a/s/mastertt.htm)
