Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875
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Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
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Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.
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Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.
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Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.
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Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.
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It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus calls us to Heav’n’s perfect peace.
