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Hymnal Number
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Keys included:
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About this Hymn
John Greenleaf Whittier describes what is for him the authentic spirit of Christ's religion: the Quaker ideal of simplicity, stillness, silence. Real worship, he insists, is something inward, not outward, concerned with the heart and life. We gratefully accept what the poet has to teach us about the place of silence in worship and the need to cultivate a calm and restful spirit in our daily lives. – Frank Colquhoun
Lyrics
Verse 1
Dear Lord and Father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways; reclothe us in our rightful mind, in purer lives thy service find, in deeper rev'rence, praise.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, where Jesus knelt to share with thee the silence of eternity, interpreted by love!
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
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, O still, small voice of calm!
Dear Lord and Father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways; reclothe us in our rightful mind, in purer lives thy service find, in deeper rev'rence, praise.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, where Jesus knelt to share with thee the silence of eternity, interpreted by love!
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
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, O still, small voice of calm!
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Attribution & Copyright
Words: John Greenleaf Whittier, 1872
Music: Frederick C. Maker, 1887
Music: Frederick C. Maker, 1887