Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our fev’rish ways!
Reclothe us in our rightful mind;
In purer lives thy service find
In deeper rev’rence, praise. . .
Drop thy still dews of quietness,I finally found what I could find in no other hymn book or on the Internet! Yesterday I was dusting and discarding books on a bookshelf, happily doing what needed to be done, when I found an old hymn book with my long-lost hymn! Let our ordered lives confess the beauty of thy peace. When you get things done there is more order. Then when you rest in God's providence there is more peace.
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of thy peace.
What robs our peace? Fretting about the future. When it finally dawns on you that you are a caregiver, you wrestle with all that this entails. You get prepared, read, get a support group. But it is one day at a time, one responsibility at a time, joy and peace all the time. Thank You, Lord God. Take from our souls the strain and stress.