Scripture Verse

A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke Him and said to Him, Teacher, don’t you care if we drown? He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, Peace! Be still! Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. Mark 4:37–39


Benjamin C. Unseld (1843–1923)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1903.

Music: Ben­ja­min C. Un­seld (🔊 pdf nwc).

Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)


A storm ga­thers dark o’er the foam crest­ed deep,
And souls on the bil­lows are tossed;
Then forth let us go, with a mes­sage of hope,
Speed on, lest their ves­sel be lost.


Make haste, make haste,
Make haste to the res­cue, away!
Speed on, quick­ly on, with a mes­sage of hope—
No time for a mo­ment’s delay.

No bright beam­ing star in the dark­ness they see,
No bells from the har­bor they hear;
Their frail, shat­tered bark, still is drift­ing afar,
Speed on, with a mes­sage of cheer.


A light soft­ly breaks, and their per­il is o’er;
They hear, and they an­swer our call;
Our boat hur­ries on with the Pi­lot on board—
In Him is a re­fuge for all.