Tost on a sea of troubles, Soul, my Soul, Thyself do thou control; And to the weapons of advancing foes A stubborn breast oppose: Undaunted 'mid the hostile might Of squadrons burning for the fight Thine be no boasting when the victor's crown Wins thee deserved renown; Thine no dejected sorrow, when defeat Would urge a base retreat; Rejoice in joyous things--nor overmuch Let grief thy bosom touch 'Midst evil, and still bear in mind How changeful are the ways of humankind.
Grant us Thy peace, down from thy presence falling, As on the thirsty earth cool night-dews sweet; Grant us thy peace, to thy pure paths recalling, From devious ways, our worn and wandering feet.
Grant us Thy peace, through winning and through losing, Through gloom and gladness of our pilgrim way; Grant us thy peace, safe in thy love's enclosing, Thou who all things in heaven and earth dost sway.
Give us Thy peace, not as the world has given, In momentary rays that fitful gleamed, But calm, deep, sure, the peace of spirits shriven, Of hearts surrendered and of souls redeemed.
Grant us thy peace, that like a deepening river Swells ever outward to the sea of praise. O thou of peace the only Lord and Giver, Grant us thy peace, O Saviour, all our days.
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, While these hot breezes blow; Be like the night-dew's cooling balm Upon earth's fevered brow.
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, Soft resting on thy breast; Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm And bid my spirit rest.
Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude The sounds my ear that greet; Calm in the closet's solitude, Calm in the bustling street;
Calm in the hour of buoyant health, Calm in my hour of pain, Calm in my poverty or wealth, Calm in my loss or gain;
Calm when the great world's news with power My listening spirit stir; Let not the tidings of the hour E'er find too fond an ear;
Calm as the ray of sun or star Which storms assail in vain; Moving unruffled through earth's war, The eternal calm to gain.
Father, take not away The burden of the day, But help me that I bear it As Christ his burden bore When cross and thorn he wore And none with him could share it; In his name help I pray!
I only ask for grace To see that patient face And my impatient one; Ask that mine grow like His-- Sign of an inward peace From trust in thee alone, Unchanged by time or place.