Above the tremb­ling ele­ments,
Above life’s rest­less sea,
Dear Sav­ior, lift my spi­rit up,
O lift me up to Thee!

Great calm­ness there, sweet pa­tience, too,
Upon Thy face I see;
I would be calm and pa­tient, Lord,
O lift me up to Thee!

I am not wea­ry of Thy work,
From earth I would not flee;
But while I walk and while I serve,
O lift me up to Thee!

That I may bless my ten­der friends,
And those who love not me;
Oh, lift me high above my­self,
Dear Je­sus, up to Thee!

Whatever falls, of good or ill,
Thy hand, Thy care I see,
And while these va­ried deal­ings pass,
O lift me up to Thee!

And when my eyes close for the last,
Still this my pray­er shall be:
Dear Sav­ior, lift my spi­rit up,
And lift me up to Thee!