1 Maker of all things, mighty Lord!
We own Thy power divine;
The winds and waves obey Thy word,
For all their strength is Thine.

2 Wide as the wintry tempests sweep,
They work Thy sov'reign will;
Thy voice is heard upon the deep,
And all its waves are still.

3 When dangers threat in every form,
And death itself is near;
O God, amidst the raging storm,
We're safe beneath Thy care.

4 With trembling hope on Thee we stay
To rescue from the grave;
Thou, whom the elements obey,
Art ever near to save.