Saturday, August 28, 2010

Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace,
Over all victorious in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.

Hidden in the hollow of his blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a share of care,
Not a blast of hurry, touch the spirit there.

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love.
We may trust him fully all for us to do;
They who trust him wholly, find him wholly true.

Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blessed,
Finding, as he promised, perfect peace and rest.

--Frances R. Havergal, Like a River Glorious.

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