When, striving with a lie of mortal sense.
We glimpse in dawn of Truth the lie's surcease
And rise in triumph, cutting falsehood's band—
This—this is peace.
When, after striving deep in will's morass,
We cry, "O Father, lead me—give release!"
And hear His voice and heed with thankful heart—
This—this is peace.
To stay aware of God's eternal love.
Perceive the omnipresent Mind, and cease
To strive, but welcome to our hearts His Word—
This—this is peace.
