"For ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls."—I Peter 2:25.
O calm of Soul, the heart indwelling,
Serenely chaste, yet tender, warm;
How gently is thy love dispelling
The memoried hurt, the senses' storm!
O love of God, in blessings falling
Upon a world of pain and sin,
How kindly is the Shepherd calling
And gathering all the wanderers in!
O pain-fraught one; O stubborn will;
Soul folds thee in its, Peace, be still!
