Upon Thy ever-moving, resting sea:
Oh, rest me now from tossing, trespass, trouble!
Take me down into Thee.
Give me Thy peace.
My heart is aching with unquietness;
Oh, make its inharmonious beating cease!
Thy hand upon it press.
My Night! my Day!
Swift night and day betwixt, my world doth reel;
Potter, take not Thy hand from off the clay
That whirls upon Thy wheel.
O Heart, I cry
For love and life, pardon and hope and strength!
O Father, I am Thine; I shall not die,
But I shall sleep at length!
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