Wearily my spirit sinketh,
Into Jesus’ heart and hands,
Calmly trusting, though the journey,
Lie through strange untrodden lands:
All my Spirit is at rest,
On the loving Father’s breast.

There my spirit cannot murmur-
Pleased with all that may betide;
What the will of self would cherish
Is already crucified:
Buried is each murmuring word
In the grave of Christ my Lord.

There my spirit knows no darkness-
Love remains when all is gone;
Sorrows crushing soul and body
Find my spirit not alone:
Resting in Christ’s blessed light,
Fears she not this earthly night.

Thus on God my spirit waiteth-
Even so doth overcome
Silently enduring all things,
Mockery or martyrdom:
Like a silent sea doth lie,
Full of praise to God most high!