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.