Not seldom Evening in the west
Sinks smilingly forsworn.
The smoothest seas will sometimes prove
To the confiding Bark, untrue;
And if she trust the stars above,
They can be treacherous too.
But Thou art true, incarnate LORD,
Who didst vouchsafe for man to die;
Thy smile is sure, Thy plighted word
No change can falsify!
I bent before Thy gracious throne,
And ask'd for peace on suppliant knee;
And peace was given, -- nor peace alone,
But Faith sublimed to ecstasy!