THEY say that comfort comes from being still, That mighty ease is just surrendered will.

By giving up our strivings we do end.

And to his power our stubborn wills must bend.


They say, if self we lay at other's feet Each fight with self we win, with no retreat,

And out of all our warfare we may make.

Strength out of weakness; human hearts the stake.


Then lay ourselves upon that altar stone For other's good, albeit all alone,

And in such self-surrender may we lie That living we may there for others die.