Your voice has stilled the raging storms
The wind and waves bow down before
Your still small voice brings hope to all
Who wait on You, we’ll wait for You
To lead us to the place where You’ll restore our souls
And all our earthly strivings come to ceaseTake from our souls the strain and stress
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Your peace
The beauty of Your peaceBright skies will soon be overhead
We’ll enter in to Heaven’s rest
There’ll be no death, there’ll be no pain
The things of old will pass away
You’ll lead us to the place where You’ll restore our souls
And all our earthly strivings come to cease
If there’s one modern song this season of Lent I think many might relate to would be this one by Tim.
This song together with the excellent hymn forty days and forty nights (Words: George Smyttan, 1856. Music: Nurnbergisches Gesangbuch, 1676.) which I sang during BLC’s Ash Wednesday Service and also St. Paul’s Anglican Church evening service. :-) would be just right.
