Peace, Be Still (Martin)

O I love to tell my FatherAll the tri­als of the way

For He al­ways give me com­fort

And He wipes the tears away;

And the bur­dens all grow light­er

As I hear Him soft­ly stay

Peace

be still.

O I love to talk it ov­er

With my Father day by day

For a ho­ly peace my spir­it seems to fill.

And it makes me ve­ry hap­py

When I hear Him soft­ly say

Peace

be still.

O I love to tell my Fa­ther

When my wea­ry soul would rest

For the sweet­ness of His pre­sence

Soon is felt with­in my breast;

And my weak­ness quick­ly leaves me

When I hear the words ex­pressed

Peace

be still.

O I love to tell my Fa­ther

When I suf­fer pain or loss

For He glo­ri­fies the pa­tience

That can meek­ly bear a cross

And the bless­ings lost seem on­ly

Dross when He is speak­ing thus:

Peace

be still.

O I love to tell my Fa­ther

As He stills the stor­my sea

Of my long­ing for the ha­rbor

And the man­sion there for me;

And it seems to bring it near­er

When He ut­ters His de­cree

Peace

be still.