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The peace of God.
Phil. 4:7.

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O peace of God, sweet peace of God!

Where broods on earth this gentle dove!

Where spread those pure and downy wings

To shelter him whom God doth love?

2 Whence comes this blessing of the soul,

This silent joy which can not fade?

This glory, tranquil, holy, bright,

Pervading sorrow’s deepest shade?

3 The peace of God, the peace of God!

It shines as clear ’mid cloud and storm

As in the calmest summer day,

’Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.

4 O peace of God! earth hath no power

To shed thine unction o’er the heart;

Its smile can never bring it here—

Its frown ne’er bid its light depart.

5 Calm peace of God, in holy trust,

In love and faith, thy presence dwells—

In patient suffering and toil

Where mercy’s gentle tear-drop swells.

6 Sweet peace! O let thy heavenly ray

Shed its calm radiance o’er my road;

Its kindly light shall cheer me on—

Guide to the endless peace of God.

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