Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight,
Rolls
a melody sweeter than psalm;
In
celestial like strains it unceasingly falls
O’er
my soul like an infinite calm.
Refrain
2
What
a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,
Buried
deep in my innermost soul,
So
secure that no power can mine it away,
While
the years of eternity roll!
3
I
believe when I rise to that city of peace,
Where
the Author of peace I shall see,
That
one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing,
In
that heavenly kingdom will be.
4
Weary
soul, without gladness or comfort or rest,
Passing
down the rough pathway of time!
Make
the Savior your friend ere the shadows grow dark;
O
accept of this peace so sublime.