Master, the tempest is raging, the billows are tossing fine.
The sky is all shattered, the darkness, no shelter, no help is nigh.
Carest thou not that we perish? How canst thou lie asleep?
In each moment so gladly expecting, a train in the anthrae deep.
The winds of the waves shall obey my will, peace each day, speech stage each hill.
Whether the wrath of the storm doth see, or demons, or men, or whatever it be,
no waters can spoil the ship where lies the master of ocean and earth and sea.
The sky is all shattered, the darkness, no shelter, no help is nigh.
The winds of the waves shall obey my will, peace each day, speech stage each hill.
Whether the wrath of the storm doth see, or demons, or men, or whatever it be,

The winds of the waves shall obey my will, peace each day, speech stage each hill.
Master, the anguish has failed.
My spirit, I bow in my feet today.
The depths of my sound heart have trembled.
Awaited and saved, I pray.
Torrents of sin and of anguish sweep o'er my sinking soul.
And I perish, I perish, dear Master.
O, raise it and take control.
The winds of the waves shall obey my will, peace each day, speech stage each hill.
And I perish, I perish, dear Master.
I perish, I perish, dear Master.
Willing to flow on this earth day and night,
No waters can swallow the cheer, the light, the master of ocean and earth and skies.
They all shall sweetly obey my will, peace be still, peace be still.
They all shall sweetly obey my will, peace, peace, peace.
They all shall sweetly obey my will, peace, peace, peace.
They all shall sweetly obey my will, peace, peace, peace.
Peace be still, whether the wrath of the storm doth see, or demons of men, or whatever it be.
No waters can swallow the cheer, the light, the master of ocean and earth and skies.
They all shall sweetly obey my will, peace be still, peace be still.
They all shall sweetly obey my will.
Peace, peace, peace be still.