The Book of Worship ‎#259

259. Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan

1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught each scene the note of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound.

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In Him thy refuge find, thy rest;
Trust in the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour--glorious word!
For ever love and praise the Lord.

3 As spring the winter--day, the night,
So peace thy gloom wall chase away,
And smiling joy, a seraph bright,
Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay;
While glory weaves the immortal crown,
And waits to claim thee for her own.

Text Information

• First Line: Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Sinner: Invited
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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