Beauty Of Your Peace

YOUR VOICE HAS STILLED THE RAGING STORMS
The wind and waves bow down before.
Your still small voice brings hope to all
Who wait on You. We'll wait for You.

To lead us to the place where You'll restore our souls,
And all our earthly strivings come to cease.

Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Your peace,
The beauty of Your peace.

Bright skies will soon be overhead,
We'll enter into heaven's rest.
There'll be no death, there'll be no pain;
The things of old will pass away.

You'll lead us to the place where You'll restore our souls,
And all our earthly strivings come to cease.

John G. Whittier (d.1892)

Tim Hughes