I HEAR the words of love:
I gaze upon the blood;
I see the mighty sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.
‘Tis everlasting peace,
Sure as Jehovah’s name;
‘Tis stable as His steadfast throne―
For evermore the same.
The clouds may go and come,
And storms may sweep my sky,
The blood-seal’d friendship changes not:
The Cross is ever nigh.
My love is oftimes low;
My joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same:
No change Jehovah knows.
That which can shake the Cross,
May shake the peace it gave―
Which tells me Christ has never died,
And never left the grave.
Till then my peace is sure;
It will not―cannot yield:
His truth―not mine―the resting-place;
His love―not mine―the tie.
I change―He changes not;
Our Christ can never die:
His truth―not mine―the resting place;
His love―not mine―the tie.
The Cross still stands unchanged,
The’ heaven is now His home;
The mighty stone is roll’d away,
But yonder is His tomb;
And yonder is my peace―
The grave of all my woes;
I know the Son of God has came―
I know He died and rose:
I know He liveth now,
At God’s right hand above;
I know the throne on which He sits;
I know His truth and love.