A Place of Refuge

A Quiet habitation, where my heartMay rest, from fretful cares and troubles freed;Where every kindly act becomes a prayer;Where soft humility clothes every deed;Where drooping thought may rise above the earthTo reach the peak of God's own holy hill!'Tis thus He makes me lie in pastures green,And leadeth me beside the waters still.

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