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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 forever.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 10 11 10
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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11 10 11 10
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