WHENE'ER the storms come down on thee,
And days of peace all seem to flee,
This thought thy peace again shall bring,
Why should I fear? - the Lord is King.

E'en when the tempest rages high,
And darkest clouds are drawing nigh,
With hands of faith to this, oh, cling, -
Why should I fear? - the Lord is King.

Amid the stormy waves of life,
Above the tumult and the strife,
The chimes of hope still sweetly ring, -
Be not afraid, - the Lord is king.

Thy ship is toss'd by wind and wave,
But there is One whose power can save ;
Across the sea He hastes to bring
Both rest and peace, - the Lord is King.

Yes, Jesus walks upon the sea,
And in the storm He comes to thee ;
Then trust in Him, rejoice and sing ;
He calms the waves, - the Lord is King.

He stretches out His hand to thee,
And from thy fears He sets thee free ;
Beneath the shadow of His wing
He keeps thee safe, - the Lord is King.