We love to picture in our thought
That scene on Galilee—
The Master with them in the boat
Upon the quiet sea.
We feel the gentle breezes blow
That fanned his sweet repose,
As he upon the pillow slept
At that day's happy close,
And then the storm that swiftly came
And filled their hearts with fear,
And made them for a time forget
That Love is always near!
We hear the frightened call for help,
And then with gladness thrill
As through the centuries we hear
That gentle, Peace, be still.
And thus, when storms of error come
And fill our thoughts with fear,
We turn to Love, with us alway,
And hush our hearts to hear
The Christ within us softly speak
Those words that heal all ill;
And oh, the peace and joy that come
With that sweet, Peace, be still.
