Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.
Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.
Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.
Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.
Peace, perfect peace, ’mid suffering’s sharpest throes?
The sympathy of Jesus breathes repose.
It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus calls us to Heav'n’s perfect peace.
by Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875
Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.
Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.
Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.
Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.
Peace, perfect peace, ’mid suffering’s sharpest throes?
The sympathy of Jesus breathes repose.
It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus calls us to Heav'n’s perfect peace.
by Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose
mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth
in thee.
~Isaiah 26:3
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing this poem, I really enjoyed reading it!
Your new blog look is pretty! I liked the old look, but this is really nice too. :)
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