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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain