bey my will, Peace, be still!.. Whether the wrath of the storm-toss'd sea, Or demons or men, or whatever it be, Peace, be still! Peace, be still! bey my will, Peace, be still! peace, be still! They all shall sweetly obey my will, Peace, peace, be still! 3 Master, the terror is over, The elements sweetly rest; Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirror'd, Linger, O blessed Redeemer, Leave me alone no more, And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, 3 Countless as stars in the blue spreading arch, 4 What can we render but thankful acclaim? Nought may we offer, but praise to His name; Take it, O Father, the tribute we give, Sweeter we'll sing when in heaven we live. |