" Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him."

Thy lesson art thou learning, O tried and weary soul ?
His ways art thou discerning, who works to make thee whole ?
In the haven of submission art thou satisfied and still?
Art thou clinging to the Father 'neath the shadow of His will?
Now, while His arms enfold thee, think well, He loveth best;
Be still, and He shall mold thee for His heritage of rest.

The vessel must be shapen for the joys of Paradise,
The soul must have her training for the home beyond the skies.
And if the great Refiner, in furnaces of pain
Would do His work more truly, count all His dealings gain.
For He, Himself, hath told thee of tribulation here:
Be still, and let Him mold thee for Himself in glory there.

From vintages of sorrow are deepest joys distilled,
And the cup outstretched for healing is oft at Marah filled.
God leads to joy through weeping, to quietness through strife,
Through yielding into conquest, through death to glorious life.
Be still, He hath enrolled thee for the Kingdom and the crown;
Be silent, let Him mold thee who calleth thee His own.

Such silence is communion, such stillness is a shrine,
The "fellowship of suffering" an ordinance divine;
And the secrets of " abiding " most fully are declared
To those who with the Master, Gethsemane have shared.
Then trust Him to uphold thee 'mid the shadows and the gloom;
Be still, and He shall mold thee for His presence and for home.