Classic Poem

Day unto day, O Lord, give us Thy Peace,
Calm the unresting heart, bid doubting cease;
Not that the courage shrinks from sleet of tears,
Not that the soul would quail 'neath surge of years;
But that a calm may come, storm some time cease,
Day unto day, O Lord, give us Thy Peace.

Day unto day, O Lord, give us Thy Rest,
Hear Thou the faltering tone, give what is best;
Like as the swallows come at set of sun,
Soft as the shadows fall when day is done,
So let Thy blessing drift deep on the breast,
Day unto day, O Lord, give us Thy Rest.

Day unto day, O Lord, give us Thy Love,
Bend Thou, O Kindly One, soft from above;
Crumbs from Thy boundless wealth we humbly crave,
Dust from Thy feet that may bloom at the grave,
Faith — for the way is dark — guide us, we rove.
Day unto day, O Lord, give us Thy Love.