Peace, Troubled Soul

Peace

trou­bled soul

thou need’st not fear;

Thy great pro­vid­er still is near;

Who fed thee last

will feed thee still:

Be calm

and sink in­to His will.

The Lord

who built the earth and sky

In mer­cy stoops to hear thy cry;

His pro­mise all may free­ly claim;

Ask and re­ceive in Je­sus’ name.

Without re­serve give Christ your heart

Let Him His right­eous­ness im­part;

Then all things else He’ll free­ly give;

With Him you all things shall re­ceive.

Thus shall the soul be tru­ly blest

That seeks in God His on­ly rest;

May I that hap­py per­son be

In time and in eter­ni­ty.