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.