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Blessed Redeemer,
I love Thee so well,
Thy great salvation
I never can tell;
Glory to God!
it is precious, I know,
Washing me whiter than snow.
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and storm;
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and the storm.
Oh, it is wonderful
how I am blest,
In His pavilion forever at rest;
Trusting, believing,
He saith, “Peace, be still”;
Now I repose in His will.
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and storm;
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and the storm.
Christ is our Captain,
He’ll pilot us o’er
Life’s raging sea,
to that bright, happy shore;
’Mid the rough billows,
though fast they may come,
Safely He’ll gather us home.
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and storm;
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and the storm.
Like a fond mother
who stilleth her child,
Jesus doth say to
that dark ocean wild,
“Cease from thy trouble,
I say, peace, be still,”
And it obeyeth His will.
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and storm;
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and the storm.
Hear the great Pilot
the ocean command,
Wondrous the pow’r
of Emmanuel’s hand;
Be thou not fearful,
though breakers should roar,
Jesus is guiding us o’er.
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and storm;
Jesus is stilling
the tempest and the storm.
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