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O troubled sea of Galilee,
When run thy billows high,
And through thy dreaded storms I see
That pain and death are nigh;
O when thy threatening clouds appear
And floods impending chill,
Through surge
and tempest may I hear
A voice say, “Peace, be still.”
O storied sea of Galilee,
Through all the changing years,
Thy stress is type of storms to be
And sign of rising fears;
Thy tempests drive our hopes across
The floods of human ill;
The conquest o’er all pain and loss
Is in thy “Peace, be still.”
Thou vaster sea than Galilee,
Where may I look for peace?
What wondrous power
commanding thee
Can cause thy winds to cease?
Praise God! that o’er all surging tides
There broods His sovereign will;
That in each inmost soul abides
His conquering “Peace, be still.”
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Dates:
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1912
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 4:37-39;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BEAUFORT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Dates:
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1894
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