My Saviour's death and risen life To give this were designed; And that's the root and that's the branch, Of this my quiet mind. The love of God within my heart My heart to his doth bind; This is the mind of heaven on earth; This is my quiet mind. I've many a cross to take up now, And many left behind; But present trials move me not, Nor shake my quiet mind. And what may be to-morrow's cross I never seek to find; My Saviour says, Leave that to Me, And keep a quiet mind. And well I know the Lord hath said, To make my heart resigned, That mercy still shall follow such As have this quiet mind. I meet with pride of wit and wealth, And scorn and looks unkind, It matters naught: I envy not, For I've a quiet mind. I'm waiting now to see the Lord, Who's been to me so kind: I want to thank him face to face For this my quiet mind. MY HEART IS RESTING My heart is resting, O my God; I will give thanks and sing: My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. Now the frail vessel Thou hast made No hand but thine shall fill-- The waters of the earth have failed, And I am thirsty still. I thirst for springs of heavenly life, And here all day they rise; I seek the treasure of Thy love, And close at hand it lies. And a "new song" is in my mouth, To long-loved music set-- Glory to Thee for all the grace I have not tasted yet. I have a heritage of joy That yet I must not see; The hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest; A calm assurance for to-day That to be poor is best! A prayer reposing on His truth, Who hath made all things mine; That draws my captive will to him, And makes it one with thine. --Anna Letitia Waring. KEPT IN PERFECT PEACE Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The voice of Jesus whispers Peace within. Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed? To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. Peace, perfect peace, with sorrow surging round? On Jesus' bosom naught but rest is found. Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away? In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they. Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown? Jesus we know, and he is on the throne. Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours? Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers. It is enough: earth's struggles now do cease, And Jesus calls us to heaven's perfect peace. --Edward Henry Bickersteth. PERFECT PEACE Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace; Over all victorious in its bright increase; Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.