O Galilee,
Thou tranquil sea,
Once Jesus o'er thee walked;
And when a storm
Changed thy calm form
His power thy billows balked:
His mighty word brought thee release,
And hushed thy raging into peace.

O soul of mine,
What a storm was thine
As conscience raged and tore!
God's thunders roared,
I feared His sword,
His judgments threatened sore:
But the mighty ONE that stilled the sea
Brought calm and peace and joy to me.

Now as I go
Through a world of woe,
And storms roar loud and wild,
I hear Him say, "I am thy stay;
Be calm, O trusting child."
His voice of power my soul doth thrill,
I refuge find in, "Peace, be still."

But soon away From the grilling fray
I'll rest in stormless calm.
I'll see His face
In my destined place,
And wave the victor's palm.
With storms all past, and anchor cast,
I'll praise Him there while ages last!

C. C. Crowston