No matter the circumstance, I turn to Him for rest. He is my comfort in affliction, and peace when all is astir. No matter the worry, the Lord "has regarded my helpless estate and hath shed His own blood for" me. Amidst bountiful blessings and joy I find my heart praising Him, amidst the quiet trembling sorrow, I praise Him all the more. But no matter "my lot Thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul."
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