Submitted Music (1980–Present), Jan 2018
Master, the Tempest Is Raging

1. Master! Master! Master! 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?

Winds and the waves shall obey Thee. 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! Our Master.

2. Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today The depths of my sad heart are troubled. Oh waken and save 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!

Winds and the waves shall obey Thee. 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! Our Master.

3. Master, the terror is over. The elemets sweetly rest. Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored, and heaven’s within my breast. Linger, O blessed Redeemer! Leave me alone no more And with joy I shall make the blest harbor and rest on the blissful shore.

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! Dear Master. All shall sweetly obey Thy will: Peace, be still.