Father of Mercies, all is rest and peace.
The stir of day is over now and gone.
Father of Mercies! Seek we sweet release
From daily cares in thee, O holy One!
The heavenly choirs their worship never cease,
They come and go around the Father's throne,
And while we lift our hymns, the holy chorus
Of blessed spirits solemnly floats o'er us.

Holy devotion! filling every heart
As if with gentle showers of evening dew,
Faith strong and earnest up to heaven doth dart,
As though on eagle's wings it upward flew.

Hope whispers cheer and bids our fears depart,
While Love bathes all our souls in joy anew.
Father of Mercies, we in spirit kneeling
Pour forth in silence all our blissful feeling.