LET the waves of sound roll by!
Quiet earth's tumultuous measures.
In the silence, God draws nigh,
And would give thee of His treasures.
Peace and blessing shall abide
Then, forever at thy side.
Hush! all mortal sense be still!
Let the spirit's senses waken!
Resting so, in Love's dear will,
Trust, that never can be shaken,
Holds thee in a sweet embrace,
'Neath the shining of God's face.
Then His "still, small voice" is heard,
Hearken to its tender sweetness!
Let each holy, gracious word
Fill thee with its dear completeness.
So thy life shall blameless be,
And the "Christ-mind" dwell in thee.
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