Oh crashing waves of fear and strife,
Why should I tremble at your will,
My Savior guards over my life,
Peace, be still.
Oh fitful waves of changing moods,
Why should I let you have my will?
Faith sees past the clear or clouds,
Peace, be still.
Oh glass topped waves of tempting things,
All my need my Savior fills,
Why should I give Him up for Thee?
Peace, be still.
In my boat the Master sleeps,
But still he His vigil keeps,
And not a drop of guilt or fear,
Not a tremor nor a tear,
No temptation, not a cloud,
Not a clap of thunder loud,
Come, but He can hold me fast,
Till the morning comes at last.
So come whatever may and will,
Jesus whispers, "Peace, be still."
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