Jesus, the calm that fills my breast,
No oth­er heart than Thine can give;
This peace un­stirred, this joy of rest,
None but Thy loved ones can re­ceive.

My wea­ry soul has found a charm
That turns to bless­ed­ness my woe;
Within the shel­ter of Thine arm,
I rest se­cure from storm and foe.

In de­sert wastes I feel no dread,
Fearless I walk the track­less sea;
I care not where my way is led,
Since all my life is life with Thee.

O Christ, through change­ful years my guide
My com­fort­er in sor­row’s night,
My friend, when friend­less—still abide,
My Lord, my coun­sel­or, my light.

My time, my pow­ers, I give to Thee;
My in­most soul ’tis Thine to move;
I wait for Thy eter­ni­ty,
I wait, in peace, in praise, in love.