There is not one single cause for disquietude as long as this blessed sentence is true: The Lord reigns! Let that sink into your soul.

On earth, the Lord's power controls the rage of the wicked as readily as the rage of the sea. His love refreshes the poor with mercy as easily as the earth with showers. Majesty gleams in flashes of fire amid the tempest's horrors! The glory of the Lord is seen in its grandeur in the fall of empires and the crash of thrones! In all our conflicts and tribulations, we may behold the hand of the divine King.

"God is God; he sees and hears all our troubles, all our tears. Soul, forget not, 'mid thy pains: God o'er all forever reigns."

Even in hell itself, evil spirits own—with misery—his undoubted supremacy. When permitted to roam abroad, it is with a chain at their heel. The bit is in the mouth of behemoth! The hook is in the jaws of leviathan! Death's darts are under the Lord's lock, and the grave's prisons have divine power as their warder. The terrible vengeance of the Judge of all the earth makes fiends cower down and tremble, even as dogs in the kennel fear the hunter's whip.

"Fear not death, nor Satan's thrusts. God defends who in him trusts. Soul, remember, in thy pains: God o'er all forever reigns."

In heaven? None doubt the sovereignty of the King Eternal, but all fall on their faces to do him homage. Angels are his courtiers, the redeemed his favorites, and all delight to serve him day and night.

May we soon reach the city of the great King! "For this life's long night of sadness, he will give us peace and gladness. Soul, remember, in thy pains: God o'er all forever reigns."

Whatever is causing you disquietude today, place it next to this truth: The Lord reigns. He holds the leash of every demon, the key to every grave, and the heart of every king. Rest in that.