Peace, Be Still!

THE centuries have rolled away;
I stand beside the sea to‑day.
The winds of strife blow wild and strong,
Whilst waves of trouble roll along,
And through the blackness of the night
The storm increases in its might.
Our wisest men in vain have tried
To stem the rising of this tide.
But One I see who seems to sleep
Unconscious of the raging deep.
Ah, no! he waits to hear the cry
"Unless Thou savest we must die!"
By faith again I see Him stand,
And listen to his blest command.
Enraptured now, I know the thrill
For lo! I hear His "Peace be still!"
Through faith I see a newborn world,
I see His flag of peace unfurled
And men in bondage own His sway
Whom stormy winds and waves obey

Psalm 46

Irene Armstrong
The Call of the Bride