In full accord with all Thy works of joy,
May I be nerved to labors high and pure,
And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ.
4 In One who walked on earth, a man of woe,
Was holier peace than even this hour inspires;
From him to me let inward quiet flow,
And give the might my failing will requires.
5 So this great universe,—so he, and Thou,
The central source and wondrous bound of things,
May fill my heart with rest as deep as now