Amy Carmichael - Quote

"O Thou who art my quietness, my deep repose, 
My rest from strife of tongues, my holy hill, 
Fair is Thy pavilion, where I hold me still. 
Back let them fall from me, my clamorous foes, 
Confusions multiplied; 
From crowding things of sense I flee, and Thee I hide. 
Until this tyranny be overpast, 
Thy hand will hold me fast; 
What though the tumult of the storm increase, 
Grant to Thy servant strength, O Lord, and bless with peace."

- from Amy Carmichael in Toward Jerusalem

You might also be interested in my first post about Amy Carmichael.