I HEAR THE WORDS OF LOVE.
I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon his blood,
I see the mighty sacrifice,
And I have peace with God. 'Tis everlasting peace,
Sure as Jehovah's name;
'Tis stable as his steadfast throne,
Forevermore the same. The clouds may come and go,
And storms may sweep my sky—
This blood-sealed friendship changes not;
The cross is ever nigh. My love is ofttimes low,
My joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with him remains the same,
No change Jehovah knows. That which can shake the cross
May shake the peace it gave;
Which tells me Christ has never died,
Or never left the grave. Till then my peace is sure;
It will not, cannot yield.
Jesus, I know, has died and lives—
On this firm rock I build. I change—he changes not;
The Christ can never die.
His love, not mine, the resting place,
His truth, not mine, the tie. The cross still stands unchanged,
Though Heaven is now his home;
The mighty stone is rolled away,
But yonder is his tomb. And yonder is my peace,
The grave of all my woes.
I know the Son of God has come,
I know he died and rose. I know he liveth now
At God's right hand above;
I know the throne on which he sits,
I know his truth and love.