Safe in the centre of Thy loving will,
My God and Father - this indeed is rest.
No sad forebodings now, no dread of ill,
How free from care I am and truly blest.
The scorching flame around my soul may burn,
But while within Thy will I quiet lie
It cannot touch me, cannot do me harm,
Therefore I wait and lay all struggling by.
Thus will I run my race from day to day,
Contented, trustful, satisfied, and still;
What life so shielded, or what life so free
As that within the centre of Thy will?