Jesus, the Calm That Fills My Breast

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.