The Peace of God

1 The world knows not the perfect peace
The Lord gives to His own;
He causeth every sob to cease,
He husheth every moan.

2 The world can never take away,
Nor mar its blissful rest;
It shineth as the perfect day;
For those who trust, are blest.

3 The peace of God, it knows no jar,
No discord, no distress;
It still the clamor of soul-war,
And stays its bitterness.

4 It lays the passions of the heart
And every vague alarm;
It quiets with its magic art
Forebodings, fears of harm.

5 O blessed peace, O holy calm,
The hush of thy repose
Is soothing as the healing balm
Which Gilead's forest knows.

6 Descend, O silver-winged dove,
Descend with heavenly flight,
Diffuse abroad thy perfect love,
And fill the world with light.

Source: Hymns of the Christian Life: for the sanctuary, Sunday schools, prayer meetings, mission work and revival services #5