Dear Lord and Father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways. Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives They service find, In deeper rev'rence 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 they 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 they peace.
Amen.
Words: John G. Whittier (w. 1872)
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