A SONG OF PEACE

LUMAN A. FIELD

If in hushed stillness of the starlit night
Thou givest rest,
Or in the well-filled hours of joyous light
Work'st Thy behest,
It matters not, since Thou, O Love, art ev'rywhere,
Enfolding me in Thine unfailing care.

Thus am I shielded by Thy gracious power,
In peace, at rest,
And so protected through each passing hour,
My work is blest.
Thou, Love divine, art found to be my refuge sure,
My strong defense, my staff, my rock secure.

Because Thou always freest me from fear,
I rest in Thee.
Because Thou always art to me so near,
I work with Thee.
And living thus, I shall behold, with joy untold,
Love's true reflection, strong and clear, unfold.

In the sure sense of love which Thou dost send,
My rest is sweet;
In the abundant strength which Thou dost lend,
My work's complete.
New songs of praise arise, as gifts, so truly fair,
Reveal the peace in Love's o'erbrooding care.