PEACE, BE STILL by Llewellyn A. Morrison

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 18, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 20.

PEACE, BE STILL.

By Llewellyn A. Morrison

BY LLEWELLYN A. MORRISON.

WILDLY the tempest, o'er Galilee sweeping, Brake in its boisterous din, Low, in a fisherman's boat, He lay sleeping— Peace and contentment within; Weary was He as He pressed the rough pillow, The toil of the day had been long; O, it was sweet to be sooth'd by the billow— Hushed into rest by the song.

They are His own: all the forces, uniting, Serve at His will or His word— Sonorous angels in service delighting, Praising the name of the Lord. Deep in the mountain, the forest and ocean, Music, indwelling, hath birth— Infinite anthems of praise and devotion Thrilling the resonant earth.

Nature hath moods for the soul and is cheerful, Could we see under the veil; Hearts that are venal and sordid are fearful— Shrink from the gloom and the gale. Hearts that are whole hear the chorus ascending Clear as the hymn of the stream; Hearts that are pure see the glory attending, Follow the luminous gleam.

"Peace!" to the winds, and "Be still!" to the waters,— Quickly His voice they obey; Breathless, obedient, Jehovah's fair daughters, They come to "Attention" at play. Calm and complacent the blue sky they mirror,— Sunset gilds silver and sod. "Why do ye fear?"—there is nothing in error— These are the angels of God.

Master, speak "peace" to the turbulent forces Lording the realms of my soul! Guide and direct all my being's resources, Keep them within Thy control; So shall I pass o'er the tumults of passion, Tho my barque toss on their foam; So shall I perfect my measure and mission, Coming, at eventime, home. Toronto, Ont.