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Jesus, the Calm that Fills My Breast   2 comments

Above:  Christ Calmeth the Tempest, by John Martin

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Text by Frank Mason North (1850-1935)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South


Jesus, the calm that fills my breast,

No other heart than thine can give;

This peace unstirred, this joy of rest,

None but thy loved ones can receive.


My weary soul has found a charm

That turns to blessedness my woe;

Within the shelter of thine arm,

I rest secure from storm and foe.


In desert wastes I feel no dread,

Fearless I walk the trackless sea;

I care not where my way is led,

Since all my life is life with thee.


O Christ, through changeful years my Guide,

My Comforter in sorrow’s night,

My friend, when friendless–still abide,

My Lord, my Counselor, my Light.


My time, my powers, I give to thee;

My inmost soul ’tis thine to move;

I wait for thy eternity,

I wait, in peace, in praise, in love.

Frank Mason North   1 comment

Above:  Frank Mason North

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Frank Mason North (1850-1935), a minister in the Methodist Episcopal Church, was an ecumenist, an urban missionary, and a social reformer.  He, a Christian Socialist, was active in the movement to end child labor.

He wrote at least eight hymns.


O Master of the Waking World:

Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life:

Jesus, the Calm that Fills My Breast:


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O Master of the Waking World   2 comments

Above:  A World Map from 1570

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Text (1928) by Frank Mason North (1850-1935)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1935), Methodist Episcopal Church; Methodist Episcopal Church, South; and Methodist Protestant Church


O Master of the waking world,

Who hast the nations in Thy heart–

The heart that bled and broke to send

God’s love to earth’s remotest part:

Show us anew in Calvary

The wondrous power that makes men free.


On every side the walls are down,

The gates swing wide to every land,

The restless tribes and races feel

The pressure of Thy pierced hand;

The way is in the sea and air,

Thy world is open everywhere.


We hear the throb of surging life,

The clank of chains, the curse of greed,

The moan of pain, the futile cries

Of superstition’s cruel creed;

The peoples hunger for Thee, Lord,

The isles are waiting for Thy word.


Thy witness in the souls of men,

Thy Spirit’s ceaseless, brooding power,

In lands where shadows hide the light,

Await a new creative hour:

O mighty God, set us aflame

To show the glory of Thy Name.

Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life   15 comments

Times Square, New York, New York

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Words by the Reverend Frank Mason North (1850-1935), a minister of the late Methodist Episcopal Church, a forerunner of The United Methodist Church (1968-); North, concerned with social justice, was active in the movement to end child labor and served as President of the Federal Council of Churches, a forerunner of the National Council of Churches, from 1916 to 1920

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), of the Methodist Episcopal Church and the Methodist Episcopal Church, South; the hymn appeared first in this book


1.  Where cross the crowded ways of life,

Where sound cries of race and clan,

Above the noise of selfish strife,

We hear thy voice, O Son of man!

2.  In haunts of wretchedness and need,

Of shadowed thresholds dark with fears,

From paths where hide the lures of greed,

We catch the vision of thy tears.

3.  From tender childhood’s helplessness,

From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,

From famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,

Thy heart has never known recoil.

4.  The cup of water given for thee

Still holds the freshness of thy grace;

Yet long these multitudes to see

The sweet compassion of thy face.

5.  O Master, from the mountain side,

Make haste to heal these hearts of pain,

Among these restless throngs abide,

O tread the city’s street’s again,

6.  Till sons of men shall learn thy love

And follow where thy feet have trod:

Till glorious from thy heaven above

Shall come the city of our God.