I know too well the poi son and the sting Of things too sweet. AMEN. 2 For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead: Lead me aright, Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed, Thro' summer's heat and win-ter's cold, With eye that nev-er sleeps. A MEN. I We bless Thee for Thy peace, O God, 3 That peace which suffers and is strong, Deep as the unfathomed sea, Which falls like sunshine on the road Of those who trust in Thee. 2 We ask not, Father, for repose Which comes from outward rest, If we may have through all life's woes Thy peace within our breast. Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial-way too long, But leaves the end with Thee. 4 That peace which flows serene and deep. A river in the soul, Whose banks a living verdure keep, 5 O Father, give our hearts this peace, O E The night of sor - row end eth there, Thy rays out-shine the sun, And 2 Let the world call itself my foe, Or let the world allure; I care not for the world, I go And when life's fiercest storms are sent Because it holds by Thee. 3 I do not fear the wilderness Wolfgang C. Dessler |