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,
Mark 4:37–39Teacher, 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.
Words: Lewis G. Wilson, 1912.
Music: Beaufort A. A. Wild, 1894 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Wild’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him or Wilson,
O troubled sea of Galilee,
When run thy billows high,
And through thy dreaded storms I see
That pain and death are nigh;
O when thy threatening clouds appear
And floods impending chill,
Through surge and tempest may I hear
A voice say, Peace, be still.
O storied sea of Galilee,
Through all the changing years,
Thy stress is type of storms to be
And sign of rising fears;
Thy tempests drive our hopes across
The floods of human ill;
The conquest o’er all pain and loss
Is in thy Peace, be still.
Thou vaster sea than Galilee,
Where may I look for peace?
What wondrous power commanding thee
Can cause thy winds to cease?
Praise God! that o’er all surging tides
There broods His sovereign will;
That in each inmost soul abides
His conquering Peace, be still.