Life’s agitation and commotion,
Tends always to exhaustion,
As a pendulum tends to rest:
The sweet voices of pleading affections,
The loud cry of desires and instincts,
That roar for their food,
Like beasts of prey;
All our passions and flames,
Burn to their extinction;
They perish, while they yet glow.
Oh my friends, if we would know
The joy and peace of God;
Then as the lamb quietly persues,
The shepherd’s loving carress;
We too must present our hearts,
Still, and sliently before Him;
Whose voice commands,
Whose love warms and comforts,
And whose Truth,
Makes all life fair.