C. Paget
A MIND at perfect peace with God;
Oh, what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood;
This, this indeed is peace.
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By nature and by practice far,
How very far from God;
Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him,
Through faith in Jesus’ blood.
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So nigh, so very nigh to God,
I cannot nearer be;
For in the person of His Son
I am as near as He.
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So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be;
The love wherewith He loves the Son,
Such is His love to me.
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Why should I ever anxious be,
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o’er me night and day,
And tells me “Mine is thine.”