far away in the depths of my spirit tonight
rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
in celestial strains it unceasingly falls
o’er my soul like an infinite calm.
peace, peace, wonderful peace,
coming down from the father above!
sweep over my spirit forever, i pray
in fathomless billows of love!
ah, soul! are you here without comfort and rest,
marching down the rough pathway of time?
make jesus your friend ere the shadows grow dark;
o accept of this peace so sublime!
what a treasure i have in this wonderful peace,
buried deep in the heart of my soul,
so secure that no power can mine it away,
while the years of eternity roll!
i am resting tonight in this wonderful peace,
resting sweetly in jesus’ control;
for i’m kept from all danger by night and by day,
and his glory is flooding my soul!
and i think when i rise to that city of peace,
where the anchor of peace i shall see,
that one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing
in that heavenly kingdom will be: