Submitted Music (1980–Present), Jan 2022
Master, the Tempest Is Raging

1. Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness. No shelter or help is nigh. Carest thou not that we perish? How canst thou lie asleep When each moment so madly is threat’ning A grave in the angry deep?

The winds and the waves shall obey thy will: Peace, be still. Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea Or demons or men or whatever it be, No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies. They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, be still; peace, be still. They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, peace, peace!

2. Master, in anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today. The depths of my sad heart are troubled, Oh, waken and save, I pray! (Waken I pray!) Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o’er my sinking soul, And I perish! I perish! dear Master. Oh, hasten and take control!

The winds and the waves shall obey thy will: Peace, be still. Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea Or demons or men or whatever it be, No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies.

3. Master, the terror is over. The elements rage no more. With joy I shall make the blest harbor And rest on the blissful shore.

They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, be still: They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, peace, be still. Be still.