Be at home oh my soul, oh blessed secret of the true life that glorifies the Lord Not always does the busiest soul best serve him But he that rests upon his faithful word Be all at rest, let not your heart be rippled For many wavelets mar the image fair which the still pool reflects of heavenly glory And thus the image he would have you bear. Be all at rest my soul for rest is service To the still heart God does his secrets tell Thus you will learn to wait and watch and labor strengthened to bear since Christ in you does dwell For what is service but the life of Jesus Lived through a vessel of earth's fragile clay Loving and giving and pouring forth for others A living sacrifice from day to day