Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Dreams grow holy put in action

Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main;-- Miserere Domine!