by Fanny Crosby
O Jesus, my Savior,
All glory to Thee;
Sweet peace in believing
Thou givest to me.
What heights of enjoyment,
What rapture is mine;
While faithfully trusting
Thy promise divine.
Should sorrow o’ertake me,
Thy Word is my stay;
Should trials befall me
Thou guidest my way.
O loving Redeemer,
Whatever Thy will,
In tempests or sunshine,
I’ll follow Thee still.
Peace, peace to my soul
Flows like a beautiful river;
Peace, hallowed and pure,
Constant abiding forever.
O Jesus, my Savior,
All glory to Thee;
Sweet peace in believing
Thou givest to me.
What heights of enjoyment,
What rapture is mine;
While faithfully trusting
Thy promise divine.
Should sorrow o’ertake me,
Thy Word is my stay;
Should trials befall me
Thou guidest my way.
O loving Redeemer,
Whatever Thy will,
In tempests or sunshine,
I’ll follow Thee still.
Peace, peace to my soul
Flows like a beautiful river;
Peace, hallowed and pure,
Constant abiding forever.
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace:
the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap [their] hands.
Isaiah 55:12
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