“Peace, Be Still” (Hall)

Dark was the night

the foam­ing deep

Raged mad­ly round; He rose from sleep—

The Man

God’s Son

the tem­pest’s Lord

He spoke! Obe­di­ent

trem­bling

awed

Low sank the proud wave’s crest­ed head

For the af­fright­ed storm-fiend fled.

Low sank the proud wave’s crest­ed head

For the af­fright­ed storm-fiend fled.

We sail on life’s tem­pes­tu­ous sea!

O Thou

whose voice wild Ga­li­lee

Heard ’bove the storm blast speak the word

Which oft since then the saints have heard!

May we

when tem­pests baf­fle skill

Hear the com­mand­ing

Peace

be still

May we

when tem­pests baf­fle skill

Hear the com­mand­ing

Peace

be still.

Speak! and the sky of sor­row’s night

Is ra­di­ant with ce­les­ti­al light;

Speak

and the wild­est waves ob­ey

And gent­ly bear us on our way;

Speak! and temp­ta­tion’s fierc­est blast

Is harm­less

all its fu­ry past.

Speak! and temp­ta­tion’s fierc­est blast

Is harm­less

all its fu­ry past.

Speak! and the ve­ry winds of death

Shall waft a more than wel­come breath—

To fair­est realms than heart con­ceives

Or thread of hap­pi­est fan­cy weaves;

To worlds where ev­il nev­er trod

Bright as the dia­dem of God

To worlds where ev­il never trod

Bright as the dia­dem of God.