He climbed the slopes of Olivet
When came the hour of prayer,
And in the stillness, Christ with God
Held close communion there.
Then all the noise of life was still,
And all the tongues that pain,
And peace His troubled heart possessed,
Which waiting spirits gain.
Then sank life's tumult like the waves
On Galilee that frowned,
And in the depths of love divine,
The hate of man was drowned.
Lord, when my soul by carking care
Has lost its needful rest,
Lead me to where the voice is heard
That comforts the distressed.
That even now, in distant days,
My longing soul may share
The rich supplies of grace divine,
In answer to my prayer.
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