O soul of mine, be calm, be still,

Submit thyself to God

 In all thy ways yield to His will,

 Nor faint beneath the rod.

O soul of mine, like potter’s clay

Within the Master’s hand,

O let Him mould thee day by day,

Till faultless thou shalt stand.

O soul of mine, have faith, believe,

 Nor count the cost of strife.

Fight on, faint not, thou shalt receive

 At last the Crown of Life!

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