PEACE, BE STILL! by T. H. Farnham

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 1, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 13.

“PEACE, BE STILL!”

By T. H. Farnham

AS THE frail boat, storm-lashed by wind and wave, Shivered and tossed upon its foamy path, He spake these words, and, lo! a wondrous calm Fell on the sea, and stilled the tempest’s wrath.

He had been sleeping, and in dire alarm They had awaked Him. “Carest Thou not,” they said, “That we should perish?” But the Master chid Their lack of faith, that they should be afraid.

And then the wonder grew in those faint hearts, As to each other with pale lips they say, “What manner of man is this, who doth command, And even the winds and sea His voice obey?”

And as the travelers o’er that stormy sea, Whose shores are strewn with wrecks of human life, Hopeless of aid in their supremest need, In dark despair would fain give up the strife,

So to each guilty soul of man that seeks From sense of sin and fear a glad release, He who once stilled the mighty tempest says, “Have thou but faith, and I will give thee peace.”

—T. H. Farnham, in N. Y. Observer.