When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'T is said, far down, beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.
Far, far beneath, the noisy tempest dieth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
So to the heart that knows Thy Love, oh Purest,
There is a temple sacred evermore;
And all the babble of life's angry voices,
Dies in hushed silence at its peaceful door.
Far, far away, the war of passion dieth,
And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully;
And no more storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the thought that dwells, oh Lord, in Thee.
