Many a burden, many a labor,
Many a fretting care,
Busy footsteps coming, going,
Little time for prayer.
Duties waiting on my threshold
Will not be denied,
Others, coming round the corner,
Crowding to their side.
How shall I their number master?
How shall I get through?
How keep calm amid the tumult?
Lord, what shall I do?
Give Thy strength to meet my weakness;
Give a heart at rest;
Give a childlike, trustful spirit,
Leaning on Thy breast.
Thou canst still the wildest conflict,
Bid the billows cease;
Thou canst fill earth’s busiest moment
With Thy perfect peace.