1 Wildly toss the foaming billow,
Storms are raging on the deep;
Bravest hearts grow faint with terror,
While the white waves onward sweep,
Then from out the storm and tempest
Comes an agonizing wail,
"Jesus save us, else we perish"
Rings upon the fearful gale.

2 From his slumbers rising calmly,
Cometh He, the Lord of life,"
Peace, be still!" His word is mighty,
Hushed is all the wild wind's strife,
Sailing on life's troubled ocean,
When our hearts with terror thrill,
May that Saviour, still be near us
Softly whisper, Peace, be still."