PEACE, BE STILL! by M. A. Baker

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jun 20, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 24.

PEACE, BE STILL!

By M. A. Baker

Mark 4:29.

Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness; No shelter or help is nigh; Carest thou not that we perish?”— How canst Thou lie asleep, When each moment so madly is threatening A grave in the angry deep?

Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief to-day; The depths of my sad heart are troubled; O, waken and save, I pray! Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o’er my sinking soul; And I perish! I perish! dear Master; O hasten, and take control.

Master, the terror is over, The elements sweetly rest; Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored, And heaven’s within my breast; Linger, O blessed Redeemer, Leave me alone no more; And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, And rest on the blissful shore.

“The winds and the waves shall obey My will, Peace, be still! Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea, Or demons, or men, or whatever it be, No water can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies; They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, be still! peace, be still! They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, peace, be still!”

—M. A. Baker.