No phantom mists need mar;
His starry nights are tents of peace unfurled:
Rest where you are.
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BE ALL AT REST
Be all at rest, my soul toward God; from him comes my salvation. Psa. 62. 1.
"Be all at rest, my soul." Oh! blessed secret
Of the true life that glorifies thy Lord:
Not always doth the busiest soul best serve him,
But he who resteth on his faithful word.