Lord of all tranquility,
O incline to us Thine ear;
Hide us very privily
When our cruel foe draws near.
Steady Thou the wills that stray;
Purify our penitence;
Move in us that we may pray
And rejoice with reverence.
Fold our souls in silence deep;
Grant us from ourselves to pass;
Lead, Good Shepherd, to Thy sheep
To the fields of tender grass.
Where Thy hush is in the air
And Thy flowers the hedges dress,
Cause for us to flow forth there
Waters of Thy quietness.