Tempest tossed and storm be­wil­dered
All the night,
Sought they Him at ear­ly morn­ing
In af­fright;
Thou, and on­ly Thou canst save us,
By Thy will.
And the Mas­ter whis­pered soft­ly,
Peace, be still.
Peace, be still, peace, be still.
And the Mas­ter whis­pered soft­ly,
Peace, be still.

When the storms of life are rag­ing
O’er our way,
And we sink be­neath the wa­ters,
Then we pray:
Sav­ior, help us, Sav­ior, guide us,
By Thy will,
And the lov­ing Mas­ter whis­pers
Peace, be still.
Peace, be still, peace, be still.
And the loving Mas­ter whis­pers
Peace, be still.

Stilled their fears and hushed their mur­murs,
As they heard;
Fell a calm on hearts and tem­pest,
At His word;
Backward rolled the an­gry wa­ters,
Dark and chill,
As the Mas­ter softly whis­pered,
Peace, be still.
Peace, be still, peace, be still.
As the Mas­ter softly whis­pered,
Peace, be still.