There is rest in this world nowhere except in Christ, the manifested love of God. Trust in excellence, and the better you become, the keener is the feeling of deficiency. Wrap up all in doubt, and there is a stern voice that will thunder at last out of the wilderness upon your dream.
How quiet such a life is! how fruitful! fruitful because it is so quiet; it works not, but lives and grows. The uneasy effort has passed out of it; unresting because it rests always, it has done with task-work and anxiety; it serves, yet is not cumbered with much serving; it has ceased from that sad complaint—"Thou hast left me to serve alone."
Sit thou at the feet of Christ, and within the influence of His all-composing calmness thine all-disturbing activity shall be gently soothed into quietness and peace; there thy weary soul shall find rest and bliss.
After the burden and heat of the day,
The starry calm of night;
After the rough and toilsome way,
A sleep in the robe of white.
Oh, sweet is the slumber wherewith the King
Hath caused the weary to rest!
For, sleeping, they hear the angels sing,
They lean on the Master's breast.
Tarry with me, O my Saviour;
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me—
Morning of eternal rest.
