Lord, is all well? Oh, tell me; is all well?

No voice of man can reassure the soul

When over it the waves and billows roll;

His words are like the tinkling of a bell.

Do Thou speak. Is all well?

Across the turmoil of the wind and sea

But as it seemed from somewhere near to me,

A voice I know: "Child look at Calvary;

By the merits of my Blood, all is well."

Whence came the voice? Lo, He is in the boat;

Lord, wert Thou resting in Thy Love when I,

Faithless and fearful, broke into that cry?

O Lord, forgive; a shell would keep afloat

Didst Thou make it Thy boat.

And now I hear Thy mighty "Peace be still";

And wind and wave are calm, their fury, froth.

Could wind or wave cause Thee to break Thy troth?

They are but servants to Thy sovereign will;

Within me, all is still.

Oh, was there ever light on land or sea,

Or ever sweetness of the morning air,

Or ever clear blue gladness anywhere

Like this that flows from Love on Calvary

From Him who stilled the sea?

Father and Son and Spirit be adored

Father, who gave to death our blessed Lord;

Spirit, who speaks through the Eternal Word,

By the merits of the Blood, all is well