Fierce was the storm of wind,
The surging waves ran high,
Failed the dis­ci­ples’ hearts with fear,
Tho’ Thou, their Lord, wast nigh.

But at the stern re­buke,
Of Thy al­migh­ty word,
The wind was hushed, the bil­lows ceased,
And owned Thee God and Lord.

So now, when depths of sin,
Our souls with ter­rors fill,
Arise, and be our help­er, Lord,
And speak Thy Peace, be still.

When death’s dark sea we cross,
Be with us in Thy pow­er,
Nor let the water floods pre­vail
In that dread tri­al hour.

And, when amid the sighs,
Which speak Thine ad­vent near,
The roar­ing of the sea and waves
Fills faith­less hearts with fear;

May we all un­dis­mayed
The rag­ing tem­pests see,
Lift up our head and hail with joy
Thy great epi­pha­ny.