p. 1 | He Giveth Quietness by Emily Huntington Miller

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 31, 1907

“He Giveth Quietness”

By Emily Huntington Miller

“He giveth quietness.” O Elder Brother, Whose homeless feet have pressed our path of pain, We can not follow our wayward wills, That in our losses we might find our gain.

Of all Thy gifts and infinite consolings I ask but this: in every troubled hour To hear Thy voice through all the tumult stealing, And rest serene beneath its tranquil power.

Cares can not fret me if my soul be dwelling In the still air of Faith's untroubled day; Grief can not shake me if I walk beside Thee, My hand in Thine along the upward way;

Content to know there comes a radiant morning When from all shadows I shall find release; Serene to wait the rapture of its dawning. Who can make trouble when Thou sendest peace?

—Emily Huntington Miller.