Build a nest in the golden air
   That blows through the trusting tree,
Out of reach of the mists of care
   And the waves of the doubting sea.
What tho' the storm winds rack and roar
   What tho' the raindrops fall!
Your nest is safe for evermore
   In the Hand that is holding all.

Thus ever on thro' life we find
   To trust, O Lord, is best,
Who serve Thee with a quiet mind
   Find in Thy service rest.
Their outward troubles may not cease
   But this their joy shall be
"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace
   Whose mind is stayed on Thee."