Scripture Verse

The waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. Mark 4:37–39

Introduction

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John B. Dykes
1823–1876

Words: God­frey Thring, 1862.

Music: St. Ael­red John B. Dykes, 1862 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Thring (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Dykes,

Lyrics

Fierce raged the tem­pest o’er the deep,
Watch did Thine an­xious ser­vants keep
But Thou wast wrapped in guile­less sleep,
Calm and still.

Save, Lord, we per­ish, was their cry,
O save us in our ag­ony!
Thy word above the storm rose high,
Peace, be still.

The wild winds hushed; the ang­ry deep
Sank, like a lit­tle child, to sleep;
The sul­len bil­lows ceased to leap,
At Thy will.

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.