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I: Fierce passions discompose the mind, / As tempests vex the sea; / But calm content and peace we find / When, Lord, we turn to thee.
II: In vain by reason and by rule / We try to bend the will; / For none but in the Saviour's school / Can learn the heavenly skill.
III: Since at his feet my soul has sat, / His gracious words to hear; / Contented with my present state, / I cast on him my care.
IV: "Art thou a sinner, soul? " he said, / "Then how canst thou complain?
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd / With everlasting pain?
V: If thou of murm'ring wouldst be cured, / Compare thy griefs with mine; / Think what my love for thee endured, / And thou wilt not repine.
VI: 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot, / And I do all things well:
Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, / And rise with me to dwell.
VII: In life, my grace shall strength supply / Proportion'd to thy day; / At death, thou still shalt find me nigh, / To wipe thy tears away."
VIII: Thus I, who once my wretched days / In vain repinings spent, / Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, / Have learn'd to be content.