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 shade 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 must trust Him fully

All for us to do;

They who trust Him wholly

Find Him wholly true.