The quiet moments oft beget
A silent peace I love
For here amid the shifting tides
Is rest got from above.
Jesus, Jesus, sweetly found
With You, to rest a while
In shady pastures, let me stay
For here, Your love abounds.
Though furious is the stormy gale
That sweeps this valley long
The mighty arm that shelters me
Is His - and He is strong.
Jesus, Jesus, dearly found
Through all, Your tender love
Shields me from the fiercest throes
For here, too, Your love abounds.
J. P. Antonios