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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 18, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 11.

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Rest

By M. E. YERGIN

M. E. YERGIN
THOUGH clouds rise up where the sun went down, Praise God, for he lives alway; And he giveth rest to his loved, and sleep, While the storm wears out, away.
He giveth rest — sweet, living rest; His power is the “Peace, be still!” Yea, the storm, the sea, and the rocking earth Are naught ’neath the calm of his will.
Not the angry mob, nor the frothing beast, Nor the wreck of earth’s goodly things, Can disturb the calm of our peaceful rest, As we hide ’neath his hovering wings.
Though the thunderous roar and hail of war Should wrap God’s child in its whirl, His angels are keeping a zone of rest Surrounding his cared-for pearl.
O he giveth rest — sweet, living rest! His power is the “Peace, be still!” And all the tumult and wreckage of earth Is naught ’neath the calm of his will.
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