Rest, my soul!

Not a breeze

is stirring lightly,

the wood lies

slumbering gently;

through the dark

cover of leaves

steals bright

sunshine.

Rest, rest,

my soul,

your storms

have gone wild,

have raged

and trembled

like the surf

when it breaks.

These times

are powerful,

bringing torment

to heart and mind;

rest, rest,

my soul,

and forget

what is threatening you!