True Rest

ETHEL E. HOLMES

WEARY , while miles stretch before me,
Fagged by the long way I've trod,
I hear, ever nearer and sweeter:
Be still, and know I am thy God.

Worn by the weight of world worries,
Scourged by the chastening rod,
Yet I hear o'er the noise and the tumult:
Be still, and know I am thy God.

Blessed the peace of that knowing!
My eyes lift and see not the clod,
For force and fear yield to the mandate:
Be still, and know I am thy God.

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