Let me be still, the silent depths of soul to know,
Oneness, with the cosmic pool of power bestow.
Visions in the cloistered temple of the mind
Each etched like pain, its outline clear defined.
Hold now, the stricken head with kindly hands
Ere warm compassion flows, its benediction lend
A pause, a restful haven in life's sea.
Let then the flood-gates open wide in love's name,
Spirit of God, come thou, use me.
by Rev. John Barclay
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