Like strains of music, soft and low, That break upon a troubled sleep, I hear the promise, old and new, "God will his faithful children keep In perfect peace. " It stills the questionings and doubts, The nameless fears that throng the soul; It speaks of love unchanging, sure, And evermore its echoes roll "In perfect peace.
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