467 Jesus, source of calm repose,

1 Jesus, source of calm repose, Thy like no man nor angel knows; Fairest among ten thousand fair! E'en those whom death's sad fetters bound, Whom thickest darkness compassed round, Find light and life, if Thou appear. 2 Renew Thine image, Lord, in me, Lowly and gentle may I be; No charms but these to Thee are dear; No anger may'st Thou ever find, No pride, in my unruffled mind, But faith, and heaven-born peace, be there. 3 A patient, a victorious mind, That life and all things cast behind, Springs forth obedient to Thy call. A heart that no desire can move, But still to adore, believe, and love, Give me, my Lord, my life, my all!