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THE PEACE OF GOD.
Is this Thy peace, O Lord of love!
That lies upon the silent hills,
That fills the fervid skies above
And all the earth with summer thrills?
That lies upon the silent hills,
That fills the fervid skies above
And all the earth with summer thrills?
When frost and sun and storms destroy,
When drifting tempests veil the blue,
Alike are banished calm or joy;
Is not Thy blessing fixed and true?
When drifting tempests veil the blue,
Alike are banished calm or joy;
Is not Thy blessing fixed and true?
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Is this Thy peace that falls in sleep
On weary heart and busy brain;
When, worn and sad, no more they keep
The impress of incessant pain?
On weary heart and busy brain;
When, worn and sad, no more they keep
The impress of incessant pain?
Soon as the morning's faithful dawn
Awakes to life those folded eyes,
Is it Thy peace, so swiftly gone,
That from those lips and eyelids flies?
Awakes to life those folded eyes,
Is it Thy peace, so swiftly gone,
That from those lips and eyelids flies?
Ah! well I know it lieth hid,
With pallid blossoms, breathing balm,
Beneath that little coffin-lid,
Upon those features fair and calm.
With pallid blossoms, breathing balm,
Beneath that little coffin-lid,
Upon those features fair and calm.
The signet of eternal peace,
The wonderful delight of death,
The spell whose charm shall never cease,
The sacred sleep of life and breath.
The wonderful delight of death,
The spell whose charm shall never cease,
The sacred sleep of life and breath.
So still, so utter, so serene,
So endless in its deep repose;
As tranquil as a seraph's mien,
With rest no rapture ever knows.
So endless in its deep repose;
As tranquil as a seraph's mien,
With rest no rapture ever knows.
Lord! when my weary spirit fails,
When hope departs and falters faith,
When all life's dreadful stress assails,
Send me Thy peace—the peace of death!
When hope departs and falters faith,
When all life's dreadful stress assails,
Send me Thy peace—the peace of death!
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