Classic Poem

When the clouds loom dark and eerie,
And the heavens are fraught with ill,
Flesh is weak and heart is weary—
Saviour, whisper, ‘Peace be still.’

When the mighty storm is surging,
Stars are hid and winds are shrill,
Satan striving, passion urging—
Saviour, whisper, ‘Peace, be still.’

When the waves of Doubt and Terror
Toss me at their own wild will,
Light seems dark and truth seems error—
Saviour, whisper, ‘Peace, be still.’

When affliction's storms are howling,
And its voice my soul doth thrill,
Earth is black and heaven is scowling—
Saviour, whisper, ‘Peace, be still.’

When the shadows round me thicken,
Bitter tears mine eyelids fill,
Spirit faints and senses sicken—
Saviour, whisper, ‘Peace, be still.’

When the tide of death's cold river
Shocks me with its icy chill,
Body quakes and billows quiver—
Saviour, whisper, ‘Peace, be still.’