Peace, perfect Peace, in this dark world of sin? The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
Peace, perfect Peace, by thronging duties presses. To do the will of Jesus this is rest.
Peace, perfect Peace, with sorrow surging round? On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found.
Peace, perfect Peace, with loved ones far away? In Jesus' keeping we are safe and they.
Peace, perfect Peace, our future all unknown? Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.
I have found myself singing this song a lot today. Probably because Peace is not how my day or house is feeling. Lots of crying, meltdowns and discipline are going on here.
I love the third verse of this Hymn. "On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found." It is reassuring to know that in the Lord calm can be found even in the most chaotic of days and tantrums of children.