Calm seas upon whose placid breast
My barque one day shall anchored lie,
Beyond this season's keen unrest,
Beneath a softened evening sky!
I shall not in those hours of peace
Recount the storms that strike me now;
For me the struggle sore shall cease,
And Trust stand at my vessel's prow!
The shipwreck and the storm no more
May toss me‘ neath its stern decree;
But anchored within sight of shore
A perfect rest shall welcome me!
I shall not count the tears that flow
These weary hours, these restless days;
For then my keener sight shall know
The hidden meaning of His ways!
And thus I look beyond the storm,
Beyond the clouds that now appear;
Knowing the ills that take such form
Shall flee before the evening clear!
Calm seas upon whose placid breast
My barque one day shall anchored lie,
My soul may not possess thy rest
Until the evening draweth nigh!