Galilee’s waters are raging,
On them a vessel is tossed;
Seamen in terror are calling,
“Carest Thou not, we are lost?”
Sweetly asleep on a pillow,
Maker and Savior He lay;
Wild with dismay they awake Him,
“Master, we perish,” they say.

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Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high,
Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I”;
Speak thro’ the storm when the billows run high,
Say to my soul, “Do not fear, it is I.”

Over the noise of the tempest,
Over the dash of the wave,
Rings the sweet voice of the Savior;
See, He is mighty to save;
Calmed in a moment the billows,
Hushed in an instant to sleep,
Stilled is the roar of the wild winds,
Steadied their boat on the deep.

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Wonderful Jesus, I need Thee,
Out in the storm and the strife,
Oft it has seemed I was sinking,
Tossed on the ocean of life;
Speak to the winds and the waters,
Each Thy behest must fulfill;
Speak to my heart in the tempest,
Whispering softly, “Be still.”

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When I am toiling in rowing,
Almost engulfed in the sea,
Make of the billows a pathway,
Come thro’ the darkness to me;
Failures and terrors will vanish,
Soon as I know Thou art nigh;
Say to my soul in the danger,
“Be not afraid, it is I.”

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Waters unknown are awaiting
Travelers leaving earth’s shore;
Back to this side of the river,
Passengers come nevermore;
O when that chill tide is bringing
Boatmen to bear me away,
Galilee’s Conqu’ror, be with me;
Pilot me over, I pray.

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