Speak Your calm

Drop Your dews of quiet rest

Till all our strivings cease;

Lord in our soul

Still the strain.

 

Through these storms that rage

Speak calm small still voice

That from this holy ground

Our lives speak—

 

The beauty of Your peace.

 

Improvisio; adapted from “Dear Lord and Father of Mankind,” by John Greenleaf Whitter (1872).

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