The place is peaceful and the night is still;
I will rejoice that I am safe in Him.
This morning I first heard the royal will
Commanding us that all true prayer must cease.
The noise and fury of the world grow dim
And distant, while the king and crowds depart.
Each little whelp is near its mother's heart:
Thus I beside my Father rest in peace.
I have not known such calm since long ago
The king set up the image made of gold
And Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego
Were cast into the fire. I knelt all day
In prayer. I felt God's loving arms enfold
Both them and me. The love of God was there
And we were safe within His tender care
Because we had no thought but to obey.
I may be buried here for days, for weeks,
But I can always pray. The cares of state
Have sometimes seemed to hide the voice which speaks
Within my heart. But God will care for me.
For I rely on Him and I can wait.
Yet what is this I see!
The night is done;
A little ray of light proclaims the sun.
The king is calling!
Now I shall be free!
