Drop Thy Still Dews of Quietness

Drop thy still dews of quietness,
till all our strivings cease;
take from our lives the strain and stress,
let out ordered lives confess the beauty of thy peace,
the beauty of thy peace.

Speak through the heats of our desire
thy coolness and thy balm;
let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
0 still small voice of calm!
0 still small voice of calm!