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<h2>WHEN WINDS ARE RAGING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“There remains, then, a Sabbath rest for the people of God.” Hebrews 4:9</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_t_stowe_hb.jpg" alt="Harriet Beecher Stowe (1812-1896)" width="104" height="134.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_stowe_hb.html" target="_blank">Harriet Beecher Stowe</a>, in the <em>Plymouth Collection</em>, 1855.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Rest (Beecher),” Charles Beecher, 1855 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_restbeec.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean,<br>
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And billows wild contend with angry roar,<br>
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’Tis said, far down, below the wild commotion,<br>
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That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.</p>
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<p>Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth,<br>
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And silver waves chime ever peacefully,<br>
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And no rude storm, how fierce so e’er it flieth,<br>
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Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.</p>
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<p>So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest!<br>
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There is a temple, sacred evermore,<br>
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And all the babble of life’s angry voices<br>
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Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door.</p>
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<p>Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,<br>
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And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully,<br>
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And no rude storm, how fierce so e’er it flieth,<br>
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Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee.</p>
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<p>O Rest of rests! O Peace, serene, eternal!<br>
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Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never.<br>
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And in the secret of Thy presence dwelleth<br>
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Fullness of joy, forever and forever.</p>
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