"Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." John 14:27.
I NEED so much, dear loving Saviour mine,
As day draws to its close;
Thy peace so sweet, all other things above,
To sweeten night's repose.
I seek the peace that e'er I find, upon
My Elder Brother's breast;
I have secure—when daily toil is done—
A calm of heav'nly rest.
I need, dear Lord, when all is hushed and still,
The sweetness of Thy love;
To woo me from the toilsome stress of life,
To muse on joys above.
I crave the blessing too, of Thy sweet peace,
While nearing death's deep sleep;
Then when eternal morn awakes, my hands
Glad harps of praise shall sweep.