When winds are raging O’er the upper ocean

And billows wild contend with angry roar

Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion

That peaceful stillness reigneth ever more.

Far, far, beneath, the noise of tempests 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, O Purest!

There is a temple Sacred evermore

And all the babble of life’s angry voices

Dies in hush’d stillness at its peaceful door,

Far far away, the roar of passion dieth

And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully

mfAnd no rude storm, how fierce soe’er it flieth

Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee.