The Quiet Hour

In the stillness of the quiet hour
When I pause a while to rest,
I read about God’s promises
From the Book I love the best.

It tells me of His wondrous love
And of His tender care,
He fills my soul with blessing
As I linger with Him there.

He whispers softly, “Do not fear,”
Though the billows round me roll,
I have found in Him a hiding place,
The anchor of my soul.

In the stillness of the quiet hour,
I can feel the tempest cease
When I read about God’s promises
And Jesus whispers peace.

—Harvey E. Haver