Like a river glorious Is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious In its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth Fuller ev’ry day;
Perfect, yet it groweth Deeper all the way.
Hidden in the hollow Of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, Never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, Not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry Touch the spirit there.
Ev’ry joy or trial Falleth from above,
Trac’d upon our dial By the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully All for us to do;
They who trust Him wholly Find Him wholly true.
Stayed upon Jehovah, Hearts are fully blessed;
Finding, as he promised, Perfect peace and rest.
Frances R. Havergal, 1874
Read Psalm 16:7-11
(From the second stanza, note that we need as much protection and respite from hurry as we do worry and care, and all of them stand opposed to peace. May you find that peace this week.)