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Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Jesus my Lord, is calling;
Softly, flow, sweet and low,
Gently His accents falling,
Calming the wild surging
waters of strife,
Breathing a deep holy rest
in my life.
Harken! The Master speaketh;
“Storms obey my will,
Love Thy heart shall fill,
Peace be still!”
Strong and true, strong and true,
Safe in His bosom holding,
Jesus keeps never sleeps,
Sweetly my soul enfolding,
Tenderly shielding
when fierce tempests roar,
Bearing me calmly
and safely to shore.
Harken! The Master speaketh;
“Storms obey my will,
Love Thy heart shall fill,
Peace be still!”
Swift as light, swift as light,
Angels are downward sweeping;
Clothed in white, pure and bright,
Love’s faithful vigils keeping,
Guarding my path with
the staff and the rod,
Feeding my soul on
the word of my God.
Harken! The Master speaketh;
“Storms obey my will,
Love Thy heart shall fill,
Peace be still!”
Day by day, day by day,
Sweetly I learn the story,
Mercy free, Christ in me,
This is the hope of glory;
Love is perfected,
my fears backward roll,
Peace like a river
flows over my soul.
Harken! The Master speaketh;
“Storms obey my will,
Love Thy heart shall fill,
Peace be still!”
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