O Peace Divine And Pure,
In Wildest Storm Secure,
That Feels The Summer’s Glow
‘Mid Wintry Ice And Snow ;
When May I Rise To This Dear Prize,
And Fill My Breast With Inward Rest ?

My Life Is Tempest-Tossed,
With Wayward Currents Crossed,
Unhallowed Cares Deface
The Soul’s Most Holy Place ;
How May I Bind These Cares, And Find
All Passion Spent In Calm Content ?

And Though Through Storm And Stress
I Sail The Vast Seas
Of Troubled Thought In Vain
I Toil The Shore To Gain
For Yet Within I’d Feel My Sin,
And Still Afar Would Shine Thy Star.

Lord, Only From Thy Face
Beams Forth This Mystic Grace,
And Only In Thy Love,
Beneath, Around, Above,
May My Weak Soul Grow Great And Whole,
And Peace Divine Be Fully Mine.

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