NOT till from fretful clamor rude we cease, And discontent, Shall th' blessed Spirit of eternal peace To us be sent. Th' transforming One that out from chaos wrought A thing of life, Flies hence at sound of wild discordant thought, And endless strife. In sacred hush of everlasting love, And holy rest, Descends the Spirit from the realms above, To be our guest. Therefore, awhile in faith let us retire— Shut to the door; That with Himself He may our hearts inspire Forevermore. |