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In the stillness of the night.Above earth's dreary dinOf discord, pain, and fearI hear Your voice, strong, calm, and clear,Assuring me that You are near.It is the "Peace, be still,"To every want and woe and ill.And then rejoicing fills my heart.And all the pains and fears depart.

Florence M. Wolford

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