THOU art my peace―I lift mine eyes to Thee;
I see Thee bleeding, dying on the tree;
I hear Thy mournful voice, ‘twas all for me.
Thou art my peace.
Thou art my peace―I lay my trembling hand
Upon Thy wounded head, and fearless stand,
Nor dread the thunders of the law’s command.
Thou art my peace.
Thou art my peace―Thy face I cannot see;
My faith ebbs low, troubled my heart may be;
My life is sure―’tis hid in God with Thee.
Thou art my peace.
Thou art my peace—Mine inmost being thrills
At that blest thought; I rise above the ills
Of this dark world: with joy each hour it fills.
Thou art my peace.
Thou art my peace―though heart and hand may fail;
Tho’ earthly storms and angry winds prevail,
My hope is sure, anchored within the veil.
Thou art my peace.
Thou art my peace―a while, a little while
Of wandering here: though many an earthly wile
May draw me from the glory of Thy smile,
Thou art my peace.
Thou art my peace―Thou wilt not change to me:
Oh! make me ever closer cling to Thee,
Until that day when I Thy face shall see,
Where all is peace.
F. C. A.