"In Me, Peace"

"And your joy no man taketh from you."

We thank and praise Thee, Lord, for Thou,

Thou only, givest rest;

By sovereign grace our names are now

And ever on Thy breast.

Upon the shoulders of Thy might

Thou bearest us, each one;

Our home is where there is no night,

Where God's blest will is done.

Thy canopy is o'er us - "love";

The love that casts out fear:

Thy pleasures are the things above

Our treasure is not here.

Thou carest not to give the earth

To those called out for heaven:

To children of this royal birth

Thy choicest gifts are given.

How happy they who must confide,

Lord Jesus Christ, in Thee;

Who in Thy secret place abide,

Where they Thy beauty see.

Thou comfortest the hearts that mourn,

Thou liftest up the meek;

The weak ones in Thy arms are borne,

They find Thee, Lord, who seek.

Who seek the Lord shall praise Him now,

Now and for evermore;

Thou givest rest, Lord, only Thou,

Who art gone on before.

For us Thou, Lord, hast entered in,

Forerunner in life's race;

And thus the songs of hope begin

E'en from Thy glory's place.

And Thou wilt have us dwell with Thee,

Where thou art - 't is Thy will:

How blessed for Thine own to be

Thus on God's holy hill!

Thus whether, Lord, we wake or sleep,

With Thee, to Thee, to live;

The Father's love so well doth keep

Those He to Thee did give.

August 20th, 1895. H. K. B.