| Jesus, the calm that fills my breast,No other heart than Thine can give;
 This peace unstirred, this joy of rest,
 None but Thy loved ones can receive.
 My weary soul has found a charmThat turns to blessedness my woe;
 Within the shelter of Thine arm,
 I rest secure from storm and foe.
 In desert wastes I feel no dread,Fearless I walk the trackless sea;
 I care not where my way is led,
 Since all my life is life with Thee.
 O Christ, through changeful years my GuideMy Comforter in sorrow’s night,
 My Friend, when friendless—still abide,
 My Lord, my Counselor, my Light.
 My time, my powers, I give to Thee;My inmost soul ’tis Thine to move;
 I wait for Thy eternity,
 I wait, in peace, in praise, in love.
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