Christ My Song - 380
When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean - The Secret
(Harriet Beecher Stowe/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
The Secret.
1. 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 evermore. PDF - Midi
2. 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.
3. 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 hushed stillness at its sacred door.
4. Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,
and loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully;
and no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
disturbs that deeper rest, O Lord! in thee.
5. O Rest of rest! O Peace serene, eternal!
Thou ever livest, and thou changest ne'er;
and in the secret of thy presence dwelleth
fullness of joy, for ever and for e'ver.
Harriet Beecher Stowe, in: Schaff, Philip: Christ in Song, 1870, 416.
(Originally, 5,2: never; 5,4: ever.)