1 Wildly about me the tempests may sweep,
Billows may toss my frail barque on the deep;
Still, it is God holds the seas in His hand,—
Storms all will cease at His blessed command.

Refrain:
“Peace, peace be still.”
“Peace, peace, be still.”
All storms will cease when He says
“Peace, be still.”

2 Dark fall the shadows on life’s troubled main;
Sometimes the heart suffers doubtings and pain,—
Still, God is near me and hears when I pray,
Billows abate when they hear Him but say: [Refrain]

3 Some happy day I shall anchor and rest
In yonder port where no billows molest,
Where never storm-cloud shall darkness the sky,
Glory to God, that fair morning is nigh. [Refrain]