Give Us A Quiet Mind

When winds are blowing, waves are rising, falling,
And all the air is full of dust and spray;
When voices, like to sea birds' plaintive calling,
Confuse my day;

Then, then I know Thee, Lord of highest heaven,
In newborn need discover Thee, and find
Nought can discomfort him to whom is given
A quiet mind.

When hopes have failed, and heavy sadness crusheth,
And doubt and fear would weave their deadly spell,
Then thought of Thee my troubled spirit husheth;
And all is well.

In midnight hours when weariness ignoreth
Heaven's starry host, and battle wounds are mine,
Then Thy right hand uplifteth and outpoureth
Love's oil and wine.

O blessed' Lord, beyond the moment's sorrow
I see above, beneath, before, behind --
Eternal Love. Give me today, tomorrow,
A quiet mind.

~~ Amy Carmichael ~~