Thy Promise, Lord, Is Perfect Peace

Thy pro­mise

Lord

is per­fect peace

And yet my tri­als still in­crease;

Till fears at times my soul as­sail

That Sa­tan’s rage must yet pre­vail.

Then

Sav­ior

then I fly to Thee

And in Thy grace my re­fuge see;

Thou heard’st me from Thy ho­ly hill

And Thou wilt hear and help me still.

Beneath Thy wings se­cure I sleep;

What foe can harm while Thou dost keep?

I wake

and find Thee at my side

My om­ni­pre­sent guard and guide!

Oh why should earth or hell dis­tress

With God so strong

so nigh to bless?

From Him alone sal­va­tion flows;

On Him alone

my soul

re­pose.