| Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
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| Forgive our foolish ways;
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| Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
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| In purer lives Thy service find,
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| In deeper reverence, praise.
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| In simple trust like theirs who heard,
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| Beside the Syrian sea,
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| The gracious calling of the Lord,
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| Let us, like them, without a word,
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| Rise up and follow Thee.
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| O Sabbath rest by Galilee,
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| O calm of hills above,
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| Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
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| The silence of eternity,
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| Interpreted by love!
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| With that deep hush subduing all
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| Our words and works that drown
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| The tender whisper of Thy call,
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| As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
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| As fell Thy manna down.
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| Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
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| Till all our strivings cease;
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| Take from our souls the strain and stress,
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| And let our ordered lives confess
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| The beauty of Thy peace.
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| Breathe through the heats of our desire
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| Thy coolness and Thy balm;
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| Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
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| Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
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| O still, small voice of calm. |