I. br Thou that from the heavens art, br Every pain and sorrow stillest, br And the doubly wretched heart br Doubly with refreshment fillest, br I am weary with contending! br Why this rapture and unrest? br Peace descending br Come ah, come into my breast! br br II. br O'er all the hill-tops br Is quiet now, br In all the tree-tops br Hearest thou br Hardly a breath; br The birds are asleep in the trees: br Wait; soon like these br Thou too shalt rest.