He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed…and He guided them to their desired haven.
Psalm 107:29–30
Words: George W. Slausen, in Make His Praise Glorious, edited by Edwin O. Excell (Chicago, Illinois: E. O. Excell, 1900), number 43, alt.
Music: Nizhny Novgorod Richard K. Higgins (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Slausen or Higgins (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Some day, I know not where or when,
Beyond the driving tempest’s blast,
Within a quiet harbor bar,
I shall cast anchor, safe at last.
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Some day, some day, some glad sweet day,
I shall with joy His face behold;
Some day shall safe at anchor lay,
Some day shall walk the streets of gold.
Some day, full soon, sweet Eden’s shore,
May burst upon my raptured sight,
And I shall see the glory-land,
Bathed in the Lamb’s eternal light.
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For Him who faced the howling wind,
And stilled the waves of Galilee,
Will safely guide my storm tossed bark
Across life’s dark tempestuous sea,
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And tho’ it hath not been revealed
Where Heaven’s gold-paved highway be,
I know that I shall one day dwell
With Him whose blood was shed for me.
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