There’s a peace in my heart that the world never gave,
A peace it cannot take away;
Though the trials of life may surround like a cloud,
I’ve a peace that has come here to stay!
Refrain
Constantly abiding, Jesus is mine;
Constantly abiding, rapture divine;
He never leaves me lonely, whispers, O so kind:
I will never leave thee, Jesus is mine.
All the world seemed to sing of a Savior and king,
When peace sweetly came to my heart;
Troubles all fled away and my night turned to day,
Blessèd Jesus, how glorious Thou art!
This treasure I have in a temple of clay,
While here on His footstool I roam;
But He’s coming to take me some glorious day,
Over there to my heavenly home!
There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.
There is no place where earth’s sorrows
Are more felt than up in Heaven;
There is no place where earth’s failings
Have such kindly judgment given.
For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of our mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.
If our love were but more faithful,
we would gladly trust God’s word,
and our lives reflect thanksgiving
For the goodness of our Lord.
1. There’s One above all earthly friends
Whose love all earthly love transcends,
It is my Lord and Christ divine,
My Lord, because I know he’s mine.
Chorus:
I know he’s mine, this friend so dear,
He lives with me, he’s ever near;
Ten thousand charms around him shine,
And, best of all, I know he’s mine.
2. He’s mine because he died for me,
He saved my soul, he set me free;
With joy I worship at his shrine
And cry, “Praise God, I know he’s mine.”
3. He’s mine because he’s in my heart,
And never, never will we part;
Just as the branch is to the vine
I’m joined to Christ; I know he’s mine.
4. Some day upon the streets of gold
Mine eyes his glory shall behold,
Then, while his arms around me twine,
I’ll cry for joy, “I know he’s mine.”
Thine is the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory thou over death hast won!
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes where thy body lay.
Refrain:
Thine is the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory thou over death hast won!
Lo, Jesus meets thee, risen from the tomb!
Lovingly he greets thee, scatters fear and gloom;
let his church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing,
for the Lord now liveth; death hath lost its sting!
No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of life;
life is naught without thee; aid us in our strife;
make us more than conquerors, through thy deathless love;
bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above.