God Speaking Peace to His People

Verse 1

Unite, my roving thoughs, unite In silence soft and sweet: And thou, my soul, sit gently down At thy great sovereign's feet.

Verse 2

Jehovah's awful voice is heard, Yet gladly I attend; For lo! the everlasting God Proclaims himself my friend.

Verse 3

Harmonious accents to my soul The sounds of peace convey; The tempest at his word subsides, And winds and seas obey.

Verse 4

By all its joys, I charge my heart, To grieve his love no more; But charm'd by melody divine, To give its follies o'er.