W.D. Cornell

P.M.

FAR away in the depths of my spirit tonight

Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;

In celestial-like strains it unceasingly falls

O’er my soul like an infinite calm.

Peace, peace, wonderful peace,

Coming down from the Father above!

Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray,

In fathomless billows of love!

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What a treasure I have in this wonderfulpeace,

Buried deep in the heart of my soul,

So secure that no power can mine it away,

While the years of eternity roll!

3

I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace,

Resting sweetly in Jesus’ control;

For I’m kept from all danger by night and by day,

And His glory is flooding my soul!

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And me-thinks when I rise to that city of peace,

Where that Author of peace I shall see,

That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing

In that heavenly kingdom will be:

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Ah, soul! are you here without comfort and rest,

Marching down the rough pathway of time?

Make Jesus your Friend ere the shadows grow dark;

O accept of this peace so sublime!