2 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.

3 O Sabbath rest by Galilee !

O calm of hills above,

Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love!

4 With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.

5 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.

6 Breathe through the pulses of 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!

JOHN G. WHITTIER, 1872

2 Only thy restless heart keep still,
And wait in cheerful hope, content
To take whate'er His gracious will,
His all-discerning love hath sent;
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.

3 He knows when joyful hours are best,
He sends them as He sees it meet;
When thou hast borne the fiery test,
And now art freed from all deceit,
He comes to thee all unaware,

And makes thee own His loving care.

4 Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways,
But do thine own part faithfully.
Trust His rich promises of grace,

So shall they be fulfilled in thee.
God never yet forsook at need
The soul that trusted Him indeed.

GEORG NEUMARK, 1641. Tr. Catherine WiNKWORTH, 1855

2 Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.

3 So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest,
There is a temple, sacred evermore;

And all the babble of life's angry voices

Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door.

4 Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,

And loving thoughts rise kind and peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE (1811-1896)

We will fol-low,calm and fearless: Guide us by Thy hand, To our Fa-ther-land. A-men.