And they who do their souls no wrong, But keep at eve the faith of morn, Shall daily hear the angel-song, To-day the Prince of Peace is born.
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!
As flows the river calm and deep. In silence toward the sea, So floweth ever, and ceaseth never, The love of God to me.
What peace He bringeth to my heart, Deep as the soundless sea; How sweetly singeth the soul that clingeth, My loving Lord, to thee.
He fails never. If He cannot work by us He will work through us. Let our souls be calm. We should be ashamed to sit beneath those stars, Impatient that we're nothing. Get work, get work; be sure 'tis better Than what you work to get.
Calm Soul of all things, make it mine To feel amid the city's jar, That there abides a peace of thine Man did not make and cannot mar. The will to neither strive nor cry, The power to feel with others give; Calm, calm me more, nor let me die Before I have begun to live.
What secret trouble stirs thy heart? Why all this fret and flurry? Dost thou not know that what is best In this too restless world is rest From over-work and hurry?
We bless thee for thy peace, O God, Deep as the boundless sea, It falls like sunshine on the road, Of those who trust in thee; That peace which suffers and is strong, Trusts where it cannot see: Deems not the trial way too long, But leaves the end with thee.
Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes Error a fault, and truth discourtesy. Why should I feel another man's mistakes More than his sicknesses or poverty? In love I should; but anger is not love, Nor wisdom, neither; therefore gently move.
Why fret thee, soul, For things beyond thy small control? But do thy part, and thou shalt see Heaven will have charge of them and thee. Sow then thy seed, and wait in peace The Lord's increase.
What is the use of worrying And flurrying and scurrying And breaking up one's rest; When all the world is teaching us And praying and beseeching us That quiet ways are best.