W.D. Cornell
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!
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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!