The King of Glory standeth beside the heart of sin; His mighty voice commandeth the raging waves within; The floods of deepest anguish roll backward at His will, As o'er the storm ariseth His mandate, ?Peace, be still.? At times, with sudden glory, He speaks, and all is done; Without one stroke of battle the victory is won, While we, with joy beholding, can scarce believe it true That e'en our kingly Jesus can form such hearts anew. O Christ, Thy love is mighty; long suffering is Thy grace; And glorious is the splendor that beameth from Thy face. Our hearts upleap in gladness when we behold that love, As we go singing onward, to dwell with Thee above.
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