CH1941, Hymn #610

Verse 1
Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight,
Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
In celestial strains it unceasingly falls
O’er my soul like an infinite calm.

Verse 2
What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,
Buried deep in the innermost soul,
So secure that no power can mine it away,
While the years of eternity roll!

Verse 3
I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace,
I am kept from all danger by night and by day,
And His glory is flooding my soul!

Verse 4
I believe when I rise to that city of peace,
Where the Author of peace I shall see,
That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing,
In that heavenly kingdom will be—

Verse 5
Weary soul, without gladness or comfort or rest,
Passing down the rough pathway of time!
Make the Saviour your Friend ere the shadows grow dark;
O accept of this peace so sublime.