What thou shalt to-day provide Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide Calmly to thy wisdom leave. 'Tis enough that thou wilt care: Why should I the burthen bear? As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone; Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard and Guide. --John Newton. REST WHERE YOU ARE When, spurred by tasks unceasing or undone, You would seek rest afar, And can not, though repose be rightly won-- Rest where you are. Neglect the needless; sanctify the rest; Move without stress or jar; With quiet of a spirit self-possessed Rest where you are. Not in event, restriction, or release, Not in scenes near or far, But in ourselves are restlessness or peace, Rest where you are. Where lives the soul lives God; his day, his world, No phantom mists need mar; His starry nights are tents of peace unfurled: Rest where you are. 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. "Be all at rest."--"let not your heart be rippled," For tiny wavelets mar the image fair Which the still pool reflects of heaven's glory-- And thus the Image he would have you bear. "Be all at rest,"--for rest is highest service; To the still heart God doth his secrets tell: Thus shall thou learn to wait, and watch, and labor, Strengthened to bear, since Christ in thee doth dwell. For what is service but the life of Jesus Lived through a vessel of earth's fragile clay; Loving and giving; poured forth for others; "A living sacrifice" from day to day? And what shall meet the deep unrest around thee But the calm peace of God that filled his breast? For still a living voice must call the weary To him who said, "Come unto me and rest." Therefore "be all at rest, my soul," toward him, If thou a revelation of the Lord would'st be; For in the quiet confidence that never doubts him, Others his truth and faithfulness shall see. "Be all at rest," for rest alone becometh The soul that casts on him its every care; "Be all at rest"--so shall thy life proclaim him A God who worketh and who heareth prayer. "Be all at rest"--so shalt thou be an answer To those who question, "Who is God, and where?" For God is rest, and where he dwells is stillness, And they who dwell in him that rest shall share. --Freda Hanbury Allen. REST Sweet is the pleasure Itself cannot spoil! Is not true leisure One with true toil?