Scripture Verse

He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. Mark 4:39

Introduction

Words: Em­ma A. Tif­fa­ny, 1898. Pub­lished in Fair­er Than Day (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: George C. Hugg, 1903), num­ber 98.

Music: Ad­am Gei­bel (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Tif­fa­ny (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

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Adam Geibel
1855–1933

Lyrics

I stood face to face with a sor­row,
That threat­ened my bark to o’erwhelm,
But peace float­ed in the morrow,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm.
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm,
But peace float­ed in the morrow,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm.

I rode o’er a tem­pest rocked bil­low,
Which threat­ened my life to o’er­whelm,
But I sweet­ly slept on my pil­low,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm.
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm,
But I sweet­ly slept on my pil­low,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm.

O’er my soul death’s sha­dows were creep­ing,
That threat­ened my faith to o’er­whelm,
But the an­gels a vi­gil were keep­ing,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm.
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm,
But the an­gels a vi­gil were keep­ing,
My Fa­ther was guid­ing the helm.