Wildly About Me The Tempests May Sweep

Wildly about me the tempests may sweep,
Billows may toss my frail barque on the deep;
Still, it is God holds the seas in His hand,-
Storms all will cease at His blessed command.

“Peace, peace be still.”
“Peace, peace, be still.”
All storms will cease when He says
“Peace, be still.”

Dark fall the shadows on life’s troubled main;
Sometimes the heart suffers doubtings and pain,-
Still, God is near me and hears when I pray,
Billows abate when they hear Him but say: [Refrain]

Some happy day I shall anchor and rest
In yonder port where no billows molest,
Where never storm-cloud shall darkness the sky,
Glory to God, that fair morning is nigh. [Refrain]