Through all earth's turmoil, may I be In tranquil thought still close to Thee; Though error's thunder seeks to harm, Thy presence saves from all alarm. In Thee, O Father, I may rest With quietude upon Thy breast.
Log in to read this article
Not a subscriber to JSH-Online? Subscribe today and receive online access to The Christian Science Journal, Sentinel, and Herald including digital editions of the print periodicals, Web original articles, blogs, and podcasts, over 30,000 minutes of Sentinel Radio and audio chats, searchable archive going back to 1883! Learn More.