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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 19, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 52.

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Just Wait

By R. HARE

R. HARE
Be still, my heart, the darkness only veils Bright purposes that ever round us spread The promise of returning day; Be still, His whisperings come from far away.
Be still; deem not the tumult overgreat; The storm, the tempest, with their bitter rage, May break in fury, but his hand Rises above them all in every land.
Earth has no resting place for thee, but heaven Can well supply the spirit’s deepest need; In sweet forgetfulness the tried Must share, and love will then be satisfied.
Be still, and know it is the “still small voice” That speaks, and thou must silent be to hear; Wait wistful, then the voice will come, Maybe when other sounds are hushed and dumb.
Be still, my heart, and contemplate His praise Who rides upon the tempest and the wave— Fierce winds his herald, flaming fire A chariot whence Jehovah mounts up higher.