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193. There Comes to My Heart a Sweet Strain |
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| 1 | There comes to my heart a sweet strain, |
| A glad and a joyous refrain; |
| I sing it again and again, |
| Sweet peace, the gift of God's love. |
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| Peace, peace, sweet peace, |
| Wonderful gift from above; |
| Oh, wonderful, wonderful peace, |
| Sweet peace, the gift of God's love! |
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| 2 | Through Christ on the cross peace was made; |
| My debt by His death was all paid; |
| No other foundation is laid |
| For peace, the gift of God's love. |
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| 3 | When Jesus as Lord I had owned, |
| My heart with His peace did abound; |
| In Him a rich blessing I found, |
| Sweet peace, the gift of God's love. |
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| 4 | In Jesus for peace I abide, |
| And as I keep close to His side, |
| There's nothing but peace doth betide, |
| Sweet peace, the gift of God's love. |
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