Peonies, Scarf, and After the toil and turmoil

After the toil and turmoil,
After the strife is past,
Cometh the peace God giveth,-
Cometh the rest at last.

They who have fought and conquer’d,
Waging a war with sin,
Into the heavenly city
Gladly will enter in.

Rest for the worn and weary,
Shelter for all the lost,
And in the blessed haven,
Anchor the tempest tossed.

Chorus:
Rest, sweet rest for the weary,
After the toil and pain,
Sleep for the well beloved,
Crowns will the victors gain.

Mrs. C. L. Shacklock