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L. M.
The peace of God.
Phil. 4:7.
O peace of God, sweet peace of God!
Where broods on earth this gentle dove!
Where spread those pure and downy wings
To shelter him whom God doth love?
2 Whence comes this blessing of the soul,
This silent joy which can not fade?
This glory, tranquil, holy, bright,
Pervading sorrow’s deepest shade?
3 The peace of God, the peace of God!
It shines as clear ’mid cloud and storm
As in the calmest summer day,
’Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.
4 O peace of God! earth hath no power
To shed thine unction o’er the heart;
Its smile can never bring it here—
Its frown ne’er bid its light depart.
5 Calm peace of God, in holy trust,
In love and faith, thy presence dwells—
In patient suffering and toil
Where mercy’s gentle tear-drop swells.
6 Sweet peace! O let thy heavenly ray
Shed its calm radiance o’er my road;
Its kindly light shall cheer me on—
Guide to the endless peace of God.