When o'er the billows wild and dark,
Was rudely tossed the Saviour's bark,
He calmed them by his sovereign will,
And bade the angry storm be still.

The tempests cease — the billows sleep —
In silence on the mighty deep;
For God, omnipotent to save,
Can calm the wind and rule the wave.

Thus when tumultuous passions swell,
And we against his law rebel,
Oh! may our hearts his spirit fill,
And bid the angry storm be still.

And oh! in sorrow's gloomy hour,
Still may we own his sovereign power;
Bow meekly to his gracious will,
And bid the throbbing heart be still.