Father, I am resting, resting
In the peace Thy love has brought,
Peace which passeth understanding
Calms my troubled thought.
When the storm clouds lower around me,
While the tempest still is high,
I may hear Christ's tender message:
Fear not! It is I.
Christ is standing on the threshold
Of each waiting heart to-day,
And Thy love so pure, so changeless,
Wipes all tears away.
I would hearken to that pleading,
Turn from sickness, fear, and sin,
Open wide the darkened portals
Truth to welcome in.
