Dear Lord and Father of mankind Forgive our foolish ways! Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise.

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.

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Drop thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our soul the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desires 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!

John Greenleaf Whittier British Quaker Faith and Practice (20.03)