—Isaiah xxvi. 3.
How grand the thought to have a perfect peace,
And feel the joy of quietness within;
To know the voice of Love has now cried
"Cease, ye stormy billows and ye waves of sin."
O, blessed knowledge, that there is a rest
Prepared for them who long have borne the strife;
A place of safety near a Father's breast,
Who bids His children seek eternal life.
Rest, then, poor soul, in quiet confidence,
On that sweet promise truest love hath given;
Thou shalt have perfect peace as thy defense
And thy reward; when thou hast nobly striven.
The gloomy past shall not obstruct the light
The future has by lamp of love made bright.