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Mourner, for thee His voice will surely still
The tempest of thy human woes:—
Be not afraid!—He comes alone to kill
The greatest of our earthly foes!
The tempest of thy human woes:—
Be not afraid!—He comes alone to kill
The greatest of our earthly foes!
"Peace!" saith the Lord, ¢thou hast a crown
Of life, oh! soul, reserved for thee;
Behold thou fainting one, its points are bound
With roses gathered on the Tree.
Oh! trembling souls, when dark clouds grew,
And midnight blackness reigned at noon;
The earth was tossed, the winds thus blew,
And the fork'd light'ning rent the gloom!
Of life, oh! soul, reserved for thee;
Behold thou fainting one, its points are bound
With roses gathered on the Tree.
Oh! trembling souls, when dark clouds grew,
And midnight blackness reigned at noon;
The earth was tossed, the winds thus blew,
And the fork'd light'ning rent the gloom!
"I gathered then that crown for thee,
Threw ope the glorious gates of heaven!—
And wilt thou doubt, when thus on Calvary
A sacred pledge for thee was given?
Be not afraid, for as of yore obeyed
The depths of Galilee My mighty will:—
I rule supreme o'er death's cold dismal wave
And whisper to them 'Peace, be still!'"
Threw ope the glorious gates of heaven!—
And wilt thou doubt, when thus on Calvary
A sacred pledge for thee was given?
Be not afraid, for as of yore obeyed
The depths of Galilee My mighty will:—
I rule supreme o'er death's cold dismal wave
And whisper to them 'Peace, be still!'"
