Calm Me, My God

Calm me

my God

and keep me calm

While these hot breez­es blow

Be like the night-dew’s cool­ing balm

Upon earth’s fev­ered brow.

Calm me

my God

and keep me calm

Soft rest­ing on Thy breast;

Sooth me with ho­ly hymn and psalm

And bid my spir­it rest.

Calm me

my God

and keep me calm;

Let Thine out­stretch­èd wing

Be like the shade of Elim’s palm

Beside her de­sert spring.

Yes

keep me calm

tho’ loud and rude

The sounds my ear that greet

Calm in the clo­set’s so­li­tude

Calm in the bust­ling street;

Calm in the hour of buoy­ant health

Calm in my hour of pain;

Calm in my po­ver­ty or wealth

Calm in my loss or gain.

Calm in the suf­fer­ance of wrong

Like Him who bore my shame

Calm ’mid the threat­en­ing

taunt­ing throng

Who hate Thy ho­ly name;

Calm when the great world’s news with pow­er

My list­en­ing spir­it stir;

Let not the tid­ings of the hour

E’er find too fond an ear.

Calm as the ray of sun or star

Which storms as­sail in vain;

Moving un­ruf­fled through earth’s war

The eter­nal calm to gain.