A Little Ship Was on the Sea

A lit­tle ship was on the sea

It was a pret­ty sight;

It sailed along so plea­sant­ly

And all was calm and bright.

When lo! a storm be­gan to rise

The wind grew loud and strong;

It blew the clouds across the skies

It blew the waves along.

And all

but One

were sore afraid

Of sink­ing in the deep;

His head was on a pil­low laid

And He was fast asleep.

Master

we per­ish: Mas­ter

save!

They cried: their Mas­ter heard;

He rose

re­buked the wind and wave

And stilled them with a word.

He to the storm says

Peace

be still!

The rag­ing bil­lows cease;

The migh­ty winds ob­ey His will

And all are hushed to peace.

Oh

well we know it was the Lord

Our Sav­ior and our friend;

Whose care of those who trust His word

Will nev­er

nev­er end.

A no­ble ship

our coun­try dear

Has wea­thered ma­ny a gale—

Yet now a storm beats so sev­ere

That ma­ny stout hearts quail.

But One who rides ab­ove the storm

Can save us from all ill;

We on­ly wait to hear His voice

Commanding

Peace

be still!

O Je­sus

Mas­ter! hear

we pray

Remove the chast­en­ing rod;

Let not our foes ex­ult­ing say

There is no help in God.

From threat­en­ing storms pre­serve our land

Rebuke the wind and waves;

And let us

one unit­ed band

Rejoice in God

who saves.