Archive for May 16th, 2011

Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.

Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.

Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to Heaven’s perfect peace.

Peace, perfect peace, ’mid suffering’s sharpest throes? [1]
The sympathy of Jesus breathes repose.

Edward Henry Bickersteth died this date,5/16/1906,Lon­don,England.  He was honor graduate (TrinityCollege,Cambridge), Vicar of Christ Church, (Hampstead), and was Bishop (Exeter – 1885-1900).  In addition Bickersteth edited three hymnals and penned at least 30 hymns the above being one.  He had been born5/16/1825, Is­ling­ton,Eng­land.

[1] After a sis­ter noticed that no verse addressed phy­si­cal suf­fer­ing per se, Bickersteth is said to have said,  “That is soon rem­e­died” and added this final verse (seemingly never pub­lished).

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