In simple trust like they who heard---
beside the Syrian Sea...
let us like them without one word...
rise up and follow thee!
O Sabbath rest...O Galilee---
O calm of hills above...
where Jesus knelt to share with thee---
the silence of eternity---
interpreted by love!
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...
thy still small voice of calm--love!
John Greenleaf Whittier---1880-circa.
Sorry!
In simple trust like they who heard---
beside the Syrian Sea...
the gracious calling of the Lord---
let us like them without one word...
rise up and follow thee!