On Jesus' bosom naught but rest 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, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.
It is enough: earth's struggles now do cease,
And Jesus calls us to heaven's perfect peace.
—Edward Henry Bickersteth.