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Author

Palmer Hartsough

Composer

Fred A. Fillmore

Arranger

Unknown

Lyrics

Now upon the troubled ocean
Falls the night so drear and dark;
Wind and wave in wild commotion
Rudely toss our helpless bark;
"Peace, be still," "Peace, be still,"
Jesus speaks and tempests sleep;
At His word, At His word,
Tranquil is the deep.

So when on his burning pillow,
Tossed with pain the suff'rer lies,
And his woe, like raging billow,
All earth's feeble aid defies,
"Peace, be still," "Peace, be still,"
Jesus speaks in accents blest;
At His word, At His word,
All is hushed to rest.

When the hosts of sin assailing,
Ruthless hurl the hellish dart,
And when doubts and fears prevailing,
Almost crush the fainting heart,
"Peace, be still," "Peace, be still,"
Jesus speaks and conflicts cease;
At His word, At His word,
All is peace, sweet peace.