And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth,
Disturbs that deeper rest, O Lord, in thee.
O rest of rest! O peace serene, eternal!
Thou ever livest, and thou changest never;
And in the secret of thy presence dwelleth
Fullness of joy, forever and forever.
—Harriet Beecher Stowe.
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Life's burdens fall, its discords cease,
I lapse into the glad release