O God, whose smile is in the sky,
Whose path is in the sea,
Once more from earth’s tu­mul­tuous strife
We glad­ly turn to Thee.

Now all the my­ri­ad sounds of earth
In so­lemn still­ness die;
While wind and wave unite to chant
Their an­them to the sky.

We come as those with toil far spent
Who crave Thy rest and peace,
And from the care and fret of life
Would find in Thee re­lease.

O Fa­ther, soothe all trou­bled thought,
Dispel all idle fear,
Purge Thou each heart of sec­ret sin,
And ban­ish ev­ery care.

Until, as shine up­on the sea
The si­lent stars above,
There shines up­on our trust­ing souls
The light of Thine own love.