Text: | When Winds are Raging |
Author: | Harriet B. Stowe |
Tune: | [When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean] |
Composer: | Ira D. Sankey |
1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
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First Line: | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean |
Title: | When Winds are Raging |
Author: | Harriet B. Stowe |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1894 |
Topic: | Peace and Rest |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean] |
Composer: | Ira D. Sankey |