So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest!
There is a temple sacred evermore,
And all the babble of life’s angry voices
Dies in hushed stillness at its sacred door.
Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,
And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully;
And no rude storm, how fierce soe’er it flieth,
Disturbs that deeper rest, O Lord, in Thee!
O Rest of rests! O Peace serene, eternal!
Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never;