I Hear the Words of Love

I hear the words of love

I gaze up­on the 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

For ev­er­more the same.

The clouds may go and come

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 Heav’n 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.