Build a Nest 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." —J.N.D