Beg my masters to be kind

And of my servants, please remind:

That those who serve are Yours, preferred

Deserving peace, and rest assured

Steal this worry from my mind

The thoughts of those I’ve left behind

The words of prophets I have heard—

Lord, deliver rest assured

Borrow from me idle hands

And use them to raise up this land

And even though it’s undeserved

Please heal our state with rest assured

Steal this worry from my mind

The thoughts of those I’ve left behind

The words of prophets I have heard—

Lord, deliver rest assured

Through the night and through the storm

Keep our weary bodies warm

Let Your mercy be the cure—

Lord, deliver rest assured

Steal this worry from my mind

The thoughts of those I’ve left behind

The words of prophets I have heard—

Lord, deliver rest assured