Friday slowdown

I can remember singing this hymn at the Christian school I attended. In my innocence, I knew nothing of the tempests that life can bring! What a comfort to hum or sing this old standard now!

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?

• Refrain:
  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, be still!