O God, whose smile is in the sky, Whose path is in the sea, Once more from earth's tumultuous strife We gladly turn to Thee. Now all the myriad sounds of earth In solemn stillness die; While wind and wave unite to chant Their anthem to the sky. We come as those with toil far spent Who crave Thy rest and peace, And from the care and fret of life Would find in Thee release. O Father, soothe all troubled thought, Dispel all idle fear, Purge Thou each heart of secret sin, And banish ev'ry care. Until, as shine upon the sea The silent stars above, There shines upon our trusting souls The light of Thine own love.