1 O thou, whose scales the mountains weigh!
Whose will the raging seas obey!
Thou, who canst boist'rous winds control!
Subdue the tumults of my soul.
2 May I with equal mind sustain
My lot of pleasure and of pain;
May joys and sorrows gently flow,
Nor rise too high, nor sink too low.
3 Do thou my passions, Lord, restrain,
And in my soul unrivaled reign.
Then, with whatever loads oppress'd,
Center'd in thee, my soul shall rest.
4 O when shall my still wav'ring mind
this sweetest self-possession find!
Fountain of joy! I long to see
In thee my peace, my heav'n in thee!
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