F. R. Havergal
LIKE a river, glorious
Is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious
In its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth
Fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it growth
Deeper all the way.
Stayed upon Jehovah,
Hearts are fully blest;
Finding, as He promised,
Perfect peace and rest.
2
Hidden in the hollow
Of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow,
Never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry,
Not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry
Touch the spirit there.
3
Every joy or trial
Falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial
By the Sun of love.
We may trust Him fully
All for us to do;
They who trust Him wholly
Find Him wholly true.
