When all without tumultuous seems,
That trusts a higher will, and deems
That higher will, not mine, the best.
Whatever change the years may bring,
A mercy still in everything,
And shining through all mysteries.
When sense of mortal sight is dim,
Beyond the sense, beyond to Him,
Whose love unlocks the glorious doors.
From self-born aims and wishes free,
In all at one with Deity,
And loyal to the Lord’s control.
High life, the earnest of a higher;
Savior, fulfil my deep desire,
And let this blessed life be mine.