Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
And will not know where to find them;
They are over the height and out of sight,
LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.
I would be handled by thy nursing arms
After thy will, not my infant alarms.
Trust him in the common light;
Trust him in the awesome night;
Trust him when the earth doth quake:
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
O Lord, my God, how long
Shall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy?
How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I hear
I dreamed of a song-I heard it sung;
In the ear of my soul its strange notes rung.
What were its words I could not tell,
Who know thee, love: thy life be such
That, ere the year be o'er,
Each one who loves thee now so much,
Even God, may love thee more!
A quiet heart, submissive, meek,
Father, do thou bestow,
Which more than granted, will not seek
To have, or give, or know.
The lightning and thunder
They go and they come:
But the stars and the stillness
Are always at home.