When Winds Are Raging

When winds are rag­ing o’er the up­per ocean

And bil­lows wild con­tend with an­gry roar

’Tis said

far down

be­low the wild com­mo­tion

That peace­ful still­ness reign­eth ev­er­more.

Far

far be­neath

the noise of tem­pests di­eth

And silv­er waves chime ev­er peace­ful­ly

And no rude storm

how fierce so e’er it fli­eth

Disturbs the Sab­bath of that deep­er sea.

So to the heart that knows Thy love

O Pur­est!

There is a tem­ple

sac­red ev­er­more

And all the bab­ble of life’s an­gry voic­es

Dies in hushed still­ness at its peac­eful door.

Far

far away

the roar of pas­sion dieth

And lov­ing thoughts rise calm and peace­ful­ly

And no rude storm

how fierce so e’er it fli­eth

Disturbs the soul that dwells

O Lord

in Thee.

O Rest of rests! O Peace

se­rene

eter­nal!

Thou ev­er liv­est

and Thou chang­est nev­er.

And in the sec­ret of Thy pre­sence dwell­eth

Fullness of joy

for­ev­er and for­e’er.