When winds are raging o???er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with angry roar, ???Tis said, far down, below the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce so e???er it flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest! There is a temple, sacred evermore, And all the babble of life???s angry voices Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door. Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth, And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce so e???er it flieth, Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee. O Rest of rests! O Peace, serene, eternal! Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never. And in the secret of Thy presence dwelleth Fullness of joy, forever and forever.