"In quiet resting-places"

LUMAN A. FIELD

Within Thy gentle solitudes,
O Love, I come and wait and rest,
Knowing Thy pure beatitudes
Will well reward my weary quest.

Within Thy secret ways of peace,
Where strife and turmoil ne'er appear,
I find a sure, complete release
From sin and pain and anxious fear.

The tempest-beaten heart, dismayed,
Turns hither to this stillness deep,
And hears the words, "Be not afraid,"
For Love His child doth safely keep.

Our faith and hope Thou dost renew,
Our thought Thy presence doth refine,
All mortal sense Thou dost subdue,
Within this stillness so divine.

With doubt removed and vision cleared,
With purpose strong,—with gratitude.
I gird myself for service, cheered,
O Love, in this sweet solitude.

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