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A Pilgrim At Peace
My soul will rest in God secure,
While stormy winds are blowing;
For He is able, I am sure,
To take me where I'm going.
He leads the way, and lends His Hand,
And meets each need of mine,
While I obey as best I can,
And humbly toe the line.
No being may dare to cause me harm
Without His full consent;
His peace is like a soothing balm
When men are evil bent.
This life of mine I walk with joy,
On earth a sojourner;
A Perfect Guide I have for Friend,
And for Philosopher!
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