[Written for the Sentinel.]

A SONG OF PEACE

If in hushed stillness of the starlit nightThou givest rest,Or in the well-filled hours of joyous lightWork'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.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
MRS. EDDY TAKES NO PATIENTS
August 14, 1909
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit