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“In Me ye shall have Peace.”

Long days and nights upon this restless bed,
Of daily, nightly weariness and pain!—
Yet Thou art here, my ever-gracious Lord,
Thy well-known voice speaks not to me in vain:—
“In Me ye shall have peace”!
The darkness seemeth long, and even the light
No respite brings with it, no soothing rest
For this worn frame; yet in the midst of all
Thy love revives. Father, Thy will is best.
“In Me ye shall have peace”!
Sleep cometh not, when most I seem to need
Its kindly balm. O Father, be to me
Better than sleep; and let these sleepless hours
Be hours of blessed fellowship with Thee.
“In Me ye shall have peace”!
Not always seen the wisdom and the love;
And sometimes hard to be believed, when pain
Wrestles with faith, and almost overcomes.
Yet even in conflict Thy sure words sustain:—
“In Me ye shall have peace”!
Father, the flesh is weak; fain would I rise
Above its weakness into things unseen.
Lift Thou me up; give me the open ear,
To hear the voice that speaketh from within:—
“In Me ye shall have peace”!
Father, the hour is come; the hour when I
Shall with these fading eyes behold Thy face:
And drink in all the fulness of Thy love;—
Till then, oh, speak to me Thy words of grace:—
“In Me ye shall have peace”!
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Note.—This Poem was found among Dr. Bonar's papers after his death.

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