Peace I Leave with You

He was des­pis­èd

was poor

and an out­cast;

He had no rich­es to leave to His own;

And yet He be­queathed us a price­less pos­ses­sion

Gift that all mor­tals are yearn­ing to own.

Peace I give un­to thee

My peace I leave with thee;

Not as the world

give I un­to thee;

O price­less le­ga­cy!

That there should be for thee

Peace ov­er­flow­ing thy soul.

Is your back bend­ing ’neath po­ver­ty’s bur­den?

Christ’s pre­cious gift

Means so much more than wealth;

If you are af­flict­ed with sick­ness and suf­fer­ing

List to His pro­mise—it giv­eth you health.

Freely to all is this le­ga­cy giv­en

All may find peace

tho’ the care-bil­lows roll;

How free­ly it’s of­fered! The on­ly con­di­tion

God must be giv­en His way with your soul.