Peace, what a precious sound!
Tell it the world around:
Christ hath made peace.
Our souls are brought to God
By the atoning blood,
And crown’d with every good:
He hath made peace.
Yes, ‘twas the dying Lamb,
Jesus, the great “I Am,”
This peace who made.
‘Twas His own life He gave,
Bowing beneath the grave,
Our guilty souls to save:
He peace hath made!
Love was the spring of all,
Love triumph’d o’er our fall—
The love of God!
My soul, this love adore,
And praise for evermore,
Yea, sound from shore to shore,
The love of God!
Lord, teach me line by line,
This wondrous love divine,
Without compare!
Its depths, its heights to know,
Its character to show,
To mortals here below—
Thy love so rare!
Thus I shall peace enjoy,
Who can its course destroy,
When HE speaks peace?
While trusting in my God,
And heark’ning to His word,
I shall not be disturb’d:
For He speaks peace!