This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “Communion at Sea.”
Thou Who of old didst hush the storm
And bid the tempest cease,
We pray Thee, in this awful hour
To shed on us Thy peace.
We cross the broad, unfathomed deep,
We long at home to be,
Where friends abide, and rest is stored,
Where there is no more sea.
Forgive us when we trust Thee not,
And proudly scorn to mark
The love which shapes our course, and so
Make shipwreck in the dark.
Forgive us when our faith grows dim,
And we no longer see
The lights which point the Heavenly Shore
And lead us on to Thee.
Still on the waters Thou dost walk,
This is Thine Own sweet Will:
Amidst the shrouds we hear the Voice
Which whispers, Peace be still.
Why should we fear though angry storms
Should lash the sea in foam,
Since Thou art with us in the ship,
And angels speed us home?
Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.