| Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways! Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. | | In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word, Rise up and follow thee. | | O Sabbath rest by Galilee! O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with thee The silence of eternity Interpreted by love! | | Drop thy still dews of quietness Till all our strivings cease: Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of thy peace. | | Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm. | |