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Chapter 303 of 512

Peace, Be Still (#216) | Barney E. Warren, 1911

1 min read · Chapter 303 of 512
Blessed Redeemer, I love Thee so well, Thy great salvation I never can tell; Glory to God! it is precious, I know, Washing me whiter than snow. Refrain: Jesus is stilling the tempest and storm; Jesus is stilling the tempest and the storm. Oh, it is wonderful how I am blest, In His pavilion forever at rest; Trusting, believing, He saith, “Peace, be still”; Now I repose in His will. Christ is our Captain, He’ll pilot us o’er Life’s raging sea, to that bright, happy shore; ’Mid the rough billows, though fast they may come, Safely He’ll gather us home. Like a fond mother who stilleth her child, Jesus doth say to that dark ocean wild, “Cease from thy trouble, I say, peace, be still,” And it obeyeth His will. Hear the great Pilot the ocean command, Wondrous the pow’r of Emmanuel’s hand; Be thou not fearful, though breakers should roar, Jesus is guiding us o’er.

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